>>19788364Appearing on the ramp, microphone in hand, Omega waits for her music to fade out, before tapping the mic head a few times. She stretches her neck from side to side and cracks her knuckles so the microphone can pick it up. With a heavy breath in -- held -- exhaled, she glances out at the crowd once more. She raises the microphone to her mouth, and begins to speak.
"So..."
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