[ By now, JJ has a little more experience with this. This stepping into memories and another world. The storm, if it's the cause of this, is relentless, with no respect for privacy or the pain some memories might bring. For his part, JJ tries to be uncharacteristically sensitive, trying not to look too closely when he stumbles across something that someone might not want him to see.

This doesn't seem like one of those times. Unlike Red, JJ's eyes are bright as he watches the performance, as entranced by the music as the crowd past the stage even if he can't see as clearly from backstage. Red is a sight to behold even when she's not performing, but right not the most breathtaking part of her isn't her looks. It's her music; her voice and talent.

JJ would be envious if he were the type, but instead he's only excited by it, elated that there's someone close to him with such skill that him and his greedy hands can learn from.

Red is tense from where she's watching the memory unfold, but JJ is all bright eyes and eager attitude as he steps next to her, one finger poking politely at the whorl in her hair. ]

This memory business is kind of invasive, but it's a treat to actually hear you sing. [ Completely tone deaf, he nudges her. ] It's motivating you to work even harder to get your voice back, eh?