Name Stacey
Age 18
Grade Senior
Appearance

Bio Stacey's mother passed away when she was a little kid, leaving Stacey to grow up alone with her father. Her father's is a construction worker and often times would have to take Stacey to work with him. Growing up with so many men around in her life, Stacey developed a strong sense of independence and often questions "why?" when people say women can't do something men can do.
When she isn't helping her father at different construction sites she can be found singing in her band Harvest Moon at different clubs in town.

Name Brianna
Age 16
Grade Junior (Skipped a grade)
Appearance
Bio Brianna was always the quiet girl of the group. She seemed to have the perfect like up until she was 12. Her mother began having an affair and, long story short, her father found out and they had a divorce. For some reason, the court decided it was best if she was with her mother instead of her father. But Brianna never trusted her mother after that. She had ruined Brianna's fairy tale life. She isn't shy anymore, she's more outgoing. She likes to party, rave, everthing. She doesn't do drugs or drink alchohol like most stereo-typical teens do, though.

Stacey sat on a pile of bricks as she sighed, taking off her hard hat to wipe the sweat from her brow.
"Yo Stacey," A man said as he balanced a plank of wood on his shoulder, "You skipping school?"
It was still early in the morning, by this time the first class was already in progress.
"I don't have class till third period." He said as she put the hard hat back on, "Besides, you guys need help."

Brianna was running through the halls, first period had started already and she had English 4 AP Honors. She had fought long and hard with her mother, trying to stay in her actually grade and actually classes, but her mother insisted she be put a grade ahead, and even then, a grade more ahead in English. She ran past her locker, then turned around and came to a skidding halt, quickly entering the combination into her locker, spinning the small lock.

It opened quickly, she had done that a million times before, getting to school late, that is. She wipped it open and grabbed her English notebook, a box of pens and pencils, and a sweater. She quickly slipped the sweater on and zipped it up all the way, the teachers at that school hated laced tops, and as usual, she wore them anyways. She just didn't have time to get sent to the principals office that morning. She ran down the hallway again, glad the hall monitors weren't there yet. She skidded again at the class' door and opened it, panting from loss of breathe.

She smiled like nothing was wrong, walking in gracefully and sitting in her chair, it was all going really smooth, it was as if the teacher hadn't even noticed her. She set all of her stuff on the top of the desk, she had done it, no one had noticed her! .. Then it happened. She leaned down on the table, and BAM one of her books fell on the floor, sliding off of the table and making a loud thud sound.

Everyone, everyone, in the room, looked at her. "Thanks for showing up, Brianna." The teacher said sarcastically. She sighed, "Sorry..." She murmured, a light blush on her face. She leaned over to pick up her stuff and put it back on her desk.

((Woo, entrance posts D: <))

Stacey picked up a large pipe, leaning it on her shoulder. She blew a small piece of her red hair out of her face as she carried it over to another section of the site. One of the men laughed at her as she set the pipe down with a thump.
"I feel bad for the guy that dates you," He said, "You'll kick his butt!"
"You keep forgetting I'm bi Jack." Stacey laughed.

Two girls from the same school walked by as Stacey laughed with the other construction workers.
"God Stacey, how can you stand working around all these sweaty old men?" One of the girls called from the side walk.
"Who you calling old?" a man growled.
"God, if she keeps acting like this none of the guys at school will ever be interested in her." The second girl said, purposely loud enough for Stacey to hear.
"Oh gee I'm sorry," Stacey said with sarcastic remorse, "It seems I never got the memo that I should be fragile and needy and run around after a boy like a lost little puppy dog."

Brianna sat there at her desk, lightly tapping it, but not loud enough to disturb everyone who was paying attention. She sighed, crossing her arms and laying her head on top of them, closing her eyes and waiting for the bell. And sure enough, as quickly as she had closed her eyes, all of the other teenagers were darting out of the room, seconds before the bell rang.

Sighing again, she stood up and popped her back in an absent minded way. She grabbed her stuff and walked past the teachers desk, all she got in return for her warm smile was a disappointed glare. It was apparent that almost none of the teachers she had for first period liked her. She had a tendency to be late. A lot of the time.

She walked quietly out of the room and back to her locker. She began turning the knob, slower this time, not in a rush. She pulled it open and set her books back in there in an orderly fashion. She took her sweat shirt off and closed it. Of course, with her luck, they'd give her first period classes, but not second period. It was as if they wanted her teachers to hate her.

Walking down the hall and back out of the school, she pulled a pony tail out of her now dry hair. She didn't have time to do it in the morning, so her quick fix, was of course, throwing it up in a pony tail. She walked down the street, sighing boredly and stretching her arms.

She walked past the construction site that Stacey was working at, not noticing her, and all the way to a little coffee shop about a block away. She sat down and ordered an Iced Hot Chocolate. It was her addiction. People would call her weird and such names for drinking an iced drink that was originally mixed to be scolding hot, but it was delicious. Delicious and not chocolate milk. Everyone would just say she was buying chocolate milk with a jacked up price. They didn't know though. They'd never tried it. It was delicious, more so than anything else she'd tasted.

The men around her burst into laughter as the girls looked at her in shock.
"Atleast we're not a bitch like you!" One girl spat before grabbing the other girl and storming off to school.
"Rather be a bitch than some needy little drama queen." Stacey muttered.
"Okay that's enough," Her father said as he walked up behind her.
Stacey looked a lot like her father. She had the same red hair and bright blue-green eyes he had. He was tall and had stubble all across his jaw line.
"Why don't you go home, grab a shower, then head for school?" He said with a smile, "You've put in enough work here already."
"Alright," Stacey nodded, taking off her hard hat and belt, handing them back.
"Don't beat the crap out of anyone!" One of the men called as Stacey started to walk home.
"I'll try not to!" She called back with a laugh.
"Stacey..." Her father said with a warning tone in his voice as he tried to hide his smile.
"I know, I know, be an angel, not a devil." She laughed as she started to run.

Brianna finished her drink, standing up and paying for it, then walked back towards the school. There was nothing really exciting goinf on, except for two girls storming the same direction Brianna was heading, and one girl about her age going the opposite direction. "Hello." She said casually as they passed one another.

She kept walking, getting back to school about 20 minutes before second period ended. She opened her locker one more time, grabbed some science notebooks and books, a pair of clothes, then walked into the bathroom. She only had two more periods, then her school day was over. She walked into a stall and dropped her stuff on the floor, then pulled her pants off and put a skirt that went about to her mid thigh and was all ripped up on. Under that she put on a pair of fishnet tights, and walked back out, ready for a party she wanted to go to that night.

She grabbed her stuff, went to the locker for probably the last time that day, put her jeans in it, then headed down to the nurses office. She laid down and took a quick nap, waiting for third period to start so she could head over there. At least THAT wasn't an AP class.

Stacey walked into the small house and quickly grabbed a shower before pulling on her baggy black jeans with the chains attached in various places. She looked around for her white tank top, finding her black fingerless arm warmers first, then the tank top.
She grabbed her messenger bag and slid on her roller blades, tying her boots to the bag as she walked, er, skated out the door. She hummed as she made her way to a small coffee shop near school.
"Hey Stacey," A man behind the counter greeted, "The usual?"
"Nah, just the muffin today, I'm on my skates." She smiled as she tapped a toe to the tile.
"I hear you're band has it's first gig." He said as they exchanged the food and money.
"Yup, I'll tell you more about it later, I gotta get going or I'll be late for school again." She laughed lightly as she waved and skated out the door.

"Where's your helmet?!" Her dad called from the construction site.
Stacey waved with a mouth full of muffin, pretending she didn't hear him as she made her way to the school.

Brianna groaned as the five minute bell rang, alerting her that one of her last classes was approaching quickly. She sat up and sighed, wiping her eyes. She walked into the nurses bathroom, checking her hair. 'I'll have to do it on the way there...' She thought. She put on a bit of bright red lip stick and some darkblue eyeliner, then she applied four layers of eyeshadow with her finger. The first and closet to her eyelashes was black, then it was a dark gray, then a light gray, then a very pale white. She took the residue of the white and put it below her eyes to make herself seem paler.

She walked out and down the hall, sliding into the classroom and sitting in the back, crossing her legs and bouncing her feet lightly as the class began. She took a few notes here and there, but only as many as she would absolutely need to turn in, and what she would need to study during the free time she gave herself. But with all the up coming bands and raves, there would be less of it.

Stacey skated through the empty halls until she got to the band room.
"Sorry I'm late." She said as she looked around.
The only ones in the room were the band teacher, and three boys.
"You're always late." Hei Min, a Korean boy with messy black hair said as he sat at the drums.
"I keep tellin you guys," A Spanish boy named Cristian said as he tuned his bass, "We need to steal her watch and set it ahead."
"Oh haha." Stacey said as she kicked off the skates and tugged her boots on, "And where's Jonny huh?"
"He's out putting fliers up for you're guys performance up." The teacher, Mr. O'Brian said as he walked out of the small office behind the piano, "You'll be happy to know I've cleared you all for the rest of the day."
"Seriously?" Stacey looked at him in surprise, "They let you."
"Don't get your hopes to high." He pointed at a stack of papers sitting on the piano, "You have to get all that turned in tomarrow."
"Oh... well atleast we're cleared." Stacey laughed, "We can get ready for the show tonight!"
"Bout time you got here." A tall white boy with spiked black hair said as he walked in the room, "Where've you been?"
"Who care's Jonny?" Hei Min said, "Lets just get practicing!"
After a few more exchanging of words, music began to echo through the room as Harvest Moon began their last practice before their first show.

Brianna felt a slight vibration through the school, 'I wonder who that is...' She thought, not even beginning to imagine that it was the band she would be dancing to later that night. The beat of the bass took her away into another world, imaging lots of different scenarios.

When the bell rang to signify that third period was over, she was ripped out of her world. Sighing and grumbing to herself, she grabbed her stuff again and walked to the math class down the hall. She was a TA, so she didn't have to do much during that period. If she wanted to, Mrs. Gilman probably would've just let her leave, but she wanted to pass back the kids' tests, just so she could read their grades and laugh at them.

At was a mean thing to do, but hey, everyone has to get their kicks some how, right? After about 20 minutes, she finally handed back the tests and laughed. "I'm gonna run off Mrs. G. Hope that cool with you." She said, sliding out of the door with a slight nod from Mrs. Gilman.

She walked back down the halls, quickly opening her locker one more time and dumping everything back into it. She walked out of the school and back to her house, about 4 blocks away. She walked in and slammed the door, not listening to her mother's complaints. She marched straight to her room, shutting that door as well and blaring some Chiodos on her computer. She went into her personal bathroom, a privellage she only got because he mother decided she didn't want to have to see her any more than necessary, and began brushing and straightening her hair.

She waited a few hours, until it was about 4 or 5pm-ish before she teased it, making it poofy. She put on a bit of hairspray, then washed her earlier make up off. She put a red eyeliner on instead, then she made a rainbow of eyeshadows. First, closest to her lashes, she put on a bright pink, then a sparkling blue, then a lime green, and lastly, a dark gray. She smiled and reapplied her lipstick, grabbing a black sweat shirt and walking out of her house and down the street.

Stacey was in a small bathroom of a back room in the building Harvest Moon had their first gig at. She was now wearing her baggy black shorts that hung on her hips, secured by a leather belt with a silver belt buckle that was a broken heart with wings. The black sun tattoo that surrounded her belly button was peaking out from the shorts. She wore what once used to be a belly shirt that was now a tank top due to the ripped off sleeves. The silver bangles jingled slightly as she put her make up on. Her lips were now black as she outlined her blue eyes with bright pink eyeshadow. Her hair was down in tight curls, falling over her shoulders and coming to the middle of her back.
"Yo Stace?" A knock came on the door as Cristian's voice drifted into the room, "You almost done in there? Its close to show time."
"Almost." She said as she put the three studs, red, silver, and black, into her right ear and the same on the other side.

She quickened her pace, now a soft jog down the street. She flipped out her phone and looked at the time. 'Crap... 7 minutes...' She thought, not wanting to miss it. She sighed and began to go into a full out sprint, eager to get there as fast as she possibly could.

Three minutes later she was at the door, she panted a bit, then walked in. Everyone had already started dancing, so she began to dance between couples, working her way to the front of the stage. She loved being able to touch the bands, especially new ones. They had less confidence when they were new, so they'd give out autographs with less hesitation, and then when they got big, bam, you could turn around and make money.

She was jumping around, banging her head and pushing her hair up, waiting for the band to come out.

Stacey's converse sneakers tapped the ground as she jumped in place.
"Calm down." Jonny said, watching her, "You're making me nervous."
"I can't help it." She said, "I've just got such an adrenaline rush right now!"
Hei Min and Cristian laughed at her and the annoyed look on Jonny's face.
"Come on, you guy's know we're gonna rock!" She grinned, "We're Harvest Moon for crying out loud!"
The band before them walked off the other side of the stage and a a man took their place, introducing Harvest Moon.
"Let's go!" Stacey grinned as she walked out on stage with the boys.
She didn't say their name, she just waited for the boys to start playing then grabbed the mic, waiting for the into.
Who need an introduction, She thought as she grinned at the crowd, All the great band's music will speak for itself!
Stacey opened her mouth, her voice coming out loud and strong as she sang their first song.

Brianna cheered loudly, whistling as they came on. When she saw their lead singer was a girl, whom looked vaguely familiar, she was shocked. She was thrilled, but shocked. It wasn't every day you saw a local town band with a female singer with a voice like that.

She began jumping up and down, banging her head even more and dancing with herself. She didn't mind not having a date, or a partner, it was cool. She actually kind of liked it. She didn't have to make sure anyone else's schedule wasn't messed up, she didn't have to give all her attention to them, it was great. Nothing to worry about when you were there alone.

"I need your love. I'm a broken rose.
Your song is the sadness that falls down
My lonely life with nowhere to go
I need your love. I'm a broken rose.
Oh baby, help me from frozen pain
with your smile, your eyes,
and sing me, just for me!"
Stacey jumped and thrashed around as she sang, fire burning in her eyes as her voice rang through the room. She noticed a girl jumping and banging her head and reached down, pulling the girl onto the stage with her. She danced along with the girl as she continued her song.
"When you are with me at that time
I chase after your shadow
and ran through it barefoot; stop me
The more I block it, the more this love gets complicated
Kiss me gently, tenderly..."

Brianna was taken by surprise as she was pulled onto the stage, she wasn't going to say no though. Brianna never turned a chance like that down, ever. She blushed lightly, banging her head and flipping her hair back and forth.

After a minute or two of the dancing, the blush she had aquired earlier had vanished from her face. She looked around at the band members, finally recognizing the Korean boy from school. She pushed the back of her hair up as she danced, only adding to it's poofiness before she head banged again, making the hair lose some of it's volume.

Stacey laughed as she finished the song. She grinned at the girl as the boys started into the second and last song. This one was slower and Stacey smiled as she clapped the beat in time with the drums as she started to sing.
"I know I'm kinda strange to you sometimes
Don't always say what on my mind
ya know that I've been hurt by some guy
But I dont wanna mess up this time
and I really really really care
and I really really really want you
and I think I'm kinda scared cause I don't want to lose you..."
She tipped her head back as she sung loudly
"My hearts at a low
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that I've been damaged..."

Brianna slowed down her dancing. It was a bit harder to dance alone to a hard song - especially on a stage where who knows how many people could be watching you. She smiled meekly at Stacey.

She wasn't sure if she was supposed to stay on the stage or not, but she didn't want to draw more attention to herself than there already was, so she kept dancing.

When the song was over Stacey grabbed the girls hand and ran off the stage with the guys.
"Oh my god that was great!" She squealed as she jumped around.
"God you're such a dork!" Hei Min laughed as he lead the way back stage.
"You know you love me." She grinned then turned to the girl and grinned, "Hey thanks for being such a great sport."

Brianna listened to the band members talk. She looked around the room casually, then realized that she had seen the Korean boy from her school. They hadn't talked or became friends or anything, he was just someone she remembered seeing in the hall a couple of times.

When she realized that the singer had spoken to her, she blushed a bit, "Well, I didn't really have a choice, but yeah. It was cool." She said, smiling meekly. "I'm Brianna, by the way." She interjected for no real reason.

"Stacey." She said with a smile as the guys continued to talk and she put her hand out, "You go to North Valley High? I think I've seen you around before."

She smiled. "Yeah, I thought you looked familiar." She looked at her phone. "Well, I should probably get going. My parents might... My mom might... No, that's not true either. Well, I should just go. You guys probably need to unwind after a concert, and I'm probably just a distraction." She blushed a bit, waiting for the girl to tell her she was right before she left.

"Wow do you really wanna get out of here that badly?" Stacey laughed as she leaned against the wall, "You know, you can hang out if you want too."
Stacey grinned as she chuckled.

((Sorry its so short ^^'))