Hello, Squall.

You'll never believe my day. I was just setting up the sign-up table for the FH card tournament outside of Big O's concert and was waiting for some spectators to arrive. Well, they did arrive, almost immediately after I'd set up, so I started to drum up some business. I got a total of forty sign-ups before everything went north.

The concert started a bit earlier than expected, and as a result, everyone trying to get into it pushed their way inside to catch the beginning of it. Stampeded, is more like it. They stampeded into the Garden and before I knew it, I was being trampled by a hoard of eager Big O fans! They didn't stop coming for at least fifteen minutes! I was in so much pain from it all, especially from the occasional spiked cleats. Those can just be excruciating!

Luckily, Zell found me and helped me get to the infirmary, where Dr. Kadowaki treated my wounds. I suffered a sprained ankle and a broken arm and was recommended to stay in my dormitory for the time being. So, for now, I'm done with the sign-ups. But not to worry -- Zell promised to take over for me, so there's still time for more people to sign up! (Although I can't wait to see how he fares at this. Not well, I imagine.)

I hope I didn't bore you with this story, Squall. I just thought you might like to hear it. I'll talk to you again soon.

Love,
~ Quistis Trepe

P.S.,

I heard there was some sort of disturbance during the concert, courtesy of our old friend, Laguna. Zell told me all about it. I can't believe how insane that man was to have done that! I hope he wasn't hurt in the act. Oh, and thank you for visiting me since my accident. (Sarcasm, of course. Seriously, it wouldn't kill you to visit me once in awhile!)