A tall, red-haired woman with red eyes is walking to her showroom after an intense rock concert. Her menacing guitar is clutched in her right hand like a weapon. She looks annoyed and slightly jumpy, speaking in a gruff voice. "Hah! Stupid regulations! Of course they had to whine about old Vicky 'being too wild' again... All they do is complain... So what if a few guys got knocked out with my guitar? Should've ducked, the idiots!" Veaky sits on the sofa, grabbing a juice box and grinning. "Guess that shows you... You can't tame Vicky Valentine!"