Elisabeth couldn't help but grin at her mental wittiness. She straightened back up in her rolling chair and swiveled to face her roommate. Part of her felt bad; Nakia had been talking about this concert for the past two weeks, and she'd spent the past hour getting ready. The beautiful young woman, a dance major with a minor in Women's Studies (Elisabeth had been surprised too when she'd found out), had spent the past hour getting ready, taking easily twenty minutes to do her makeup. She was in her Sunday best, at least in terms of concert-wear, with tight blue jeggings and a cropped off-the-shoulder sky blue T-shirt featuring the band's logo making up her outfit. She'd even brought out her favorite heels, and Nakia never wore heels.