Amumu had been to one of the small clubs to see her performance but the experience hadn't quite worked out like he hoped. It was crowded and loud, which was expected, but what he didn't realize was that he'd be too short to see the show! It wouldn't have been a problem if he'd been able to wiggle his way to the front, but someone stepped on one of the wrappings on his foot during the show and he had to decide whether he wanted to become unraveled and spend an inordinate amount of time wrapping himself again, or simply stay put on the dirty floor until the crowd dispersed. The choice was easy.

Afterwards, he'd found himself shuffling down the street, a gloom hanging over him. There were no tears--not yet, and he was trying fairly hard to contain them. Just as he sighed and resigned himself to seeing Ahri in concert next time, he spotted the overnight sensation just walking the street like regular people. Now was his chance!

"Ahri!" he called out to the fox-woman, waving a hand as he did. "Hey Ahri!"