"I'll do it." Jacob replied in a calm voice, taking the folder from Linnea gently. He opened it and slid the papers out slowly, before pulling them out all the way. "It's nothing to be worried about. Our tickets are here." He said in a lackluster voice, setting the tickets on the table and picking his book back up. Whenever he was around his bandmates, Sticks really didn't show much excitement or emotion unless he was alone with one of them. Though he was always there for advice or comfort if any of his bandmates would seek it out, or just there to listen to their problems if they had them. He turned a page absent-mindedly, thinking about something else besides the tickets.

Linnea opened her eyes when Sticks took the package. Smiling she sat up on her knees, her arms crossed on his shoulder, her head laying on her arms, all just so could see better. Smiling when she saw the tickets, she got off from his shoulder and stared at the ticket. Picking one up she laid back in the couch looking the ticket over. “So this is what’s gona happen.” Her smile dropped and her face was neutral. She stared at the ticket before sitting up and putting it down back on the table. “Hmm sleepy.” Yawning she laid back on the couch and then leaned her head on Stick’s shoulder, lightly of course.

Turning around--despite Tony's super loud playing--Bella managed to hear the two voices of her band mates. She then proceeded to flash the both of them her famous smile and finished it off with a cute wink, "Bonjour à tous!" Again with her running tongue, then again; that was a bit of bad habit she had... She would randomly speak another one of her languages that she knew. Although, she was currently learning how to speak Portuguese, which wasn't too hard since she already knew Spanish. Maybe I should be an international translator, she one day mused.

"I don't think Tony knows we're here; de paso (by the way) I slept alright, I actually woke up early~" she managed to say to the two older males, before stepping aside and allowed the two to enter the little room, "Et vous deux--I mean... What about you two? Ack! This is getting ridiculous..."

However, Tony then stopped playing; this caused Bella to avert her attention from the two older males and turned to the other female of their group, "Bonjour Tony~" she giggled as she followed the woman to the kitchen and looked at the envelope, "I suppose I'll open it then." Taking the corner with delicate fingers, she the proceeded to carefully open the flap before parting the envelope and picked up four tickets, "Aha! They're here! Ay hindi ito kahanga-hangang (Isn't this wonderful)!" Again Bella giggled as she took the the lemonade pitcher and filled up the other three before turning to her friends, "We need to toast for our highest accomplishment as a band, ne? No need to answer that, because we will anyway~"

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Michael merely watched as the band's drummer entered and decided to sit down next to him, then soon after, their band's bassist decided to show up. The boy stayed quiet, before shrugging at Tanya's predicament and turned to Linnea who had picked up the mail and asked if someone would open the--as she called it--weird looking envelope. Still, Michael stayed quiet, his dark hues watching Stick's hands as he opened the envelope and announced--in a monotoned fashion pretty much--that their tickets did arrive.

"Aren't we a lively bunch today?" he couldn't help but comment with a sarcastic smile before he took a ticket and looked at it, "Geez, I bet'cha the other countries are partying their heads off and we're just... About ready to have a sleepover in this very room."

Fitch grinned when he saw his other band mate enter the room. All of them together, was such a good thought. "Hey Sanders. Yeah, as a good a sleep as I usually get... I think."He answered his friend with a smile. The blonde would have to say his Spanish was the worst out of everyone's. He always just blamed it on the fact he was raised by two Canadians. Once Tony had finished playing Atticus set his guitars down on the one couch then followed then into the kitchen motioning for Sanders to follow.

When they mentioned the tickets he could feel his palms start to sweat. Yeah, it was a gross nervous habit that luckily didn't happen when he was on stage. Otherwise, he would have one hell of a time playing guitar. Leaning against the counter top he chewed on his lip... now that nervous habit popped up on stage from time to time, though it wasn't a big deal. Fitch's eyes lit up light a kid's when he saw the tickets. His jaw fell slightly slack as he tried to comprehend again when this meant.

Taking the glass from Bella he just couldn't help, but laugh. They really did it. This was serious, not a dream, not an overactive imagination, this was reality. Grinning he nodded to Bella. Honestly, he was speechless at the moment. What could he say? Thanks guys for being awesome? "I have to agree that a toast is indeed in order."

"There will be plenty of opportunities to party once we arrive and we have full access to copious amounts of hard liquor and Jagermeister." Sticks reminded MJ, licking his lips gently and giving a small, forced laugh. "After all, if you ain't got Jager, you ain't got a party." He nods, turning the page and reading for a few moments before he looks at MJ and Linnea. "You two should get some rest, you look like...like...well, like you're both really, really tired." He yawns after he finishes that sentence, cursing quietly to himself. "And you're making me tired too, argh. Don't worry, I'll wake both of you up when it's time to start getting ready. In the meantime, Tanya and I will just read and/or practice for a bit." He looks at Tanya, pushing up his glasses. He marks his spot in his book and sets it on the endtable next to him, but being careful not to move so that he didn't disturb Linnea. "Unless you'd rather sleep too, Tanya. You up for it?" He jerked his head toward the sound-proofed practice room directly behind them.

Elizsarah Ramsey
european bassist.

"Sweeeetttiieeee. Come on breakfast is ready!" The voice of her father filled Elizsarah's ears and she rolled in her bed, groaning and trying to cling to her sleep. She let out a yelp at the realization she had rolled to far which was followed by a loud thud. The door opened and her father smiled at her. "Fell out of bed again?" He asked with a chuckle and leaned against the doorway. "Shut up.." She mumbled and clawed her way out of the blanket that was bundled around her. "Come on i made pancakes. So get your butt downstairs." Liz sighed as she finally became free of the blanket trap and headed downstairs.

"Maple syrup is in the cabinet." Liz heard her mother say, and the teens eyes went in the direction of the voice. Her mother was on her laptop, writing her new story no doubt. "Hows the story coming?" Liz asked as she got on her tippy toes to reach the maple syrup in the cabinet above the stove. "It better be good, she's been typing for 3 hours straight." Her father joked and her mother made a face at him. "Im on the 5th chapter. And i think this is a book you'll like." Putting some pancakes on a plate for herself The girl let out a chuckle. "We'll ill read it once your done." Liz could feel the presence of a smile on her mothers face without even looking and smiled herself. Sitting on her mothers right at the table she buttered her pancakes and poured syrup. "Im going to meet up with the gang later, alright?" Her father smiled as he was washing the frying pan in the sink. "Band practice huh?" He asked and Liz couldnt help but smile. "You know it." "Well you need to tell me when your next show is, I missed the last one." Liz's dad always tried to be there for her shows, since she was him a few years ago, in a band and having a great time. Hopefully her band wont break up after a month or two like his did. He knew all the guitar parts to every one of their songs since he'd practice with her and she'd always bring a copy for him so that she could learn how the parts sounded together when she was home. "Sure thing, Pops" Liz replied as she poured herself some orange juice and dug into her pancakes. As soon as anyone texted her though she'd be out of here ASAP.

Tanya sighed. "Well, Tim said he'd work on the piece o' shit, so hopefully it'll be up and running when I get back." Tanya's vintage Impala (she was a Supernatural fan, so sue her) was as unreliable as the local weatherman, but she loved the car too much to even consider selling it. She grinned as Sticks suggested some practice. "Yeah, sure. Just let me get Scarlet warmed and tuned." Scarlet was Tanya's wine-red Yamaha BB414 bass that she refused to play without. It was guarded as a sacred object, as the blonde was known to have fits about anyone besides the trusted few going near Scarlet, much less touching the bass.

[[here's a pic of Tanya's bass: http://www.dv247.com/assets/products/50183_l.jpg]]

Sticks nodded quietly, standing up off of the couch. "Get some rest, you two, so we can all practice later." He said to MJ and Linnea, laying the latter's head on the cushy armrest that he was using just a few moments before. He gave them a nod and a forced smile before stepping around the couch and across the break room briskly, into the practice room, knowing Tanya would soon be there as well. He maneuvered around the haphazardly-placed equipment to his drum-kit in the back, adrenalin starting to pump through his veins as he took a seat on his stool and grabbed a pair of heavy wooden drumsticks from the rack behind him, twirling them on his hands as he waited for Tanya to get warmed up and ready.

After a moment of tuning, the bass sounded as good as it ever did, and Tanya followed after Sticks into the practice room. She quickly dug out the proper amp and connections, hooking up the bass. Strumming out a few notes, she smiled. "All right, good to go. I can't believe we're going on this trip..." She added as an afterthought. "It's just, well, this means we're one of the best bands in the world. I'm not too thrilled 'bout heading to Texas. I hate the heat."

"Just give me about an hour or two and I'll join in on the party," MJ informed as he watched Sticks and Tanya start preparing for some practice in the sound proof room. Then teenager couldn't help but yawn loudly, turning his attention to the band's singer before he scooted over and practically laid on top of her, "Ah, here we go~ This is so much better." He smiled playfully, shifting his body a bit before he relaxed himself and closed his eyes, "Hey Linnea... Has anyone ever told you how comfortable you are? You make such a great mattress."

Jeremiah slowly rolled over onto his side, squinting his eyes open to read his clock, not wanting to let too much light in. He glanced at the clock, it was still a little too early for him, but he knew he was going to have to get up sometime. He sat up, letting his blanket fall into his lap, scratching his bear chest as he adjusted to the daytime light. With a sigh he lifted himself up, and grabbed a towel that was on the floor near his mattress. He strolled out of his room, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers as he walked down the hall, finally finding the bathroom. He took a quick warm shower, placing the towel around his waist when he was finished. He stepped out of the shower, standing over the sink as he pulled his toothbrush from behind the cabinet door. He started scrubbing his teeth, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, can you hurry up? I've really gotta pee," some female voiced begged. He spit the soap out of his mouth, sighing that he couldn't even brush his teeth in peace. He wondered if he'd met this girl before, or if it was his father's current "girlfriend." He'd been staying here lately to be closer to the studio his band played at. His real apartment that he loved was in Ireland, but this would have to do for now. He opened the door and looked at the woman, she was barely wearing any clothes and had way overprocessed, dead hair. He gave her a small smile, just to be polite, as he walked by and she raced into the bathroom. He returned to his room, closing the door behind him. He walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor, and pulled out a nice pair of jeans, with an old black Fred Perry shirt. He got dressed and walked over to the small mirror on the back of the door, gently ruffling his hair for a moment, letting it fall into place. He grabbed his old flight jacket on a chair next to the door, slipping it over his shoulders and quickly pulled on his old, very beat up, oxblood Doc Martens. He checked his pockets, making sure he had his keys and a pack of cigarettes for the day. He smiled silently to himself, hoping there was a lighter or matches in his car. He left his room and went down the hallway, taking the stairs to the first floor. He peeked into the kitchen for a moment, and saw his father groggily making a cup of coffee.

"I'm heading to the studio," Jeremy mentioned to his father as he headed for the front door. "Wait," he heard his dad answer, taking his time to catch up to Jeremy. He appeared in the hall, a half smirk on his face. "So, you met Erin. Did you like her? I actually kind of like her," he confessed. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed at the doorknob. "I wouldn't consider being kicked out of the bathroom for a piss break "meeting," but sure, she seemed nice," he replied, not exactly waiting for a response before slipping out of the house. He walked over to his car waiting next to the sidewalk. He hopped into the car, and he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket. He rumaged around in the backseat floor, eventually finding his lighter. He gently lit the smoke, throwing the lighter back. He felt for his phone in his jeans, pulling it out and going to his contacts to find Elizsarah's number. He flipped the phone open to send her a text message that read Do you want me to pick you up on my way to the studio? Strangely enough, he loved driving people around. He relaxed back, continuing to finish up his smoke, waiting for Lizzy to reply before he pulled out.


Jeremy's father's house.

Hearing the annoying sound of loud recurring beeps, and her dad's girlfriend beating on her door to turn it off, MariKat hit the alarm clock knocking it off and having it restart. The pink Hello Kitty clock clashed with her red and black spidered room and, although old, had no signs of leaving. She liked it for two reasons, one her mother got it for her just before she died and two it always annoyed her dad's drunken girlfriends. She looked at the time and quickly got dressed in a black and white sleeveless tube top, pale pink shorts with lace at the bottom, and cutie pie ballet flats. She put her twotoned hair straight with a white bow on the side and put thick black eyeliner in an egyptian style curve at the tips adding a thin vine to the end of one creating a perfect blend of cute and dark.
Running out the door of her house she heard her dad as he fussed out the girl he slept with last night for waking his daughter up. Ever since MariKat's mom died her dad had always been too protective of her and practically attacked anyone who disturbed me. He also started to drink and he would frequently come home with some woman, that niether MariKat or he would see again, and sleep with her, usually making such loud noises that they would keep MariKat up when she heard them through the thin walls on the other side of the small house. Although he was given plenty of money by MariKat from her style buisness he still was stuck in a small trashed house spending all the money on drinks and he refused to use the money that MariKat earned, she was lucky he took what he did. She knew she couldn't help him but she was going to do what she could about it if she won the band contest she was in. "Shit I'm going to be late my band members will kill me if I'm late for another practice." She said as she ran down the road trying not to be late. The bright sun was hitting her face just right to make her sweat but not enough to make her destroy her outfit and look. She didn't have a car yet due to dislike of her dad trying to take it driving while he was drunk and destroying it so she never got a license, even though she knew how to drive well. She stuck to running places because the cool wind and open air made a nice place to be after the suffocating heat of the small house she and her dad lived in. She used to live in a great house and even owned the same house as a get away from her dads house when she just couldn't take it anymore but she stayed with her dad to keep him well and to keep him from killing himself. She was usually the one who kept him from drinking himself to death and almost feared when she was to go to texas for her band contest but she knew that it was needed not only for her but for her bandmates and she didn't want to let them down again by backing out of something huge for her dad.

((Her dad's house))

Just as she finished shoveling the pancakes in her mouth Lizzy could hear the faint noise of her text ringtone from upstairs. It was Jeremy's custom tone and a big grin came across the girls face. "Jeremiah?" Her mother asked with a grin and the teen blushed and wiped her mouth after taking a gulp of orange juice. "Nunya!" She said with a laugh and kissed her fathers cheeks. "Thanks dad." Quickly she bounded up the stairs and into her room.

Lizzy hummed the tune from Jeremy's tone and smiled as she jumped onto her bed and pulled the phone from under her pillow. It was still in the charger since she usually stayed up until all hours of the night texting. "Yeah, lemme just shower and get dressed ok? C:" Rolling off her bed, the girl ran to the bathroom and quickly showered, enjoying the smell of her new coconut shampoo and conditioner. Once finished she stepped out and blowdried her hair quickly before straightening it until she was satisfied. "Perfect." She said with a smile and returned to her room shutting the door behind her. Going through her iPod and putting it in the iHome she started blasting "He Is Legend - The Walls Have Teeth" and started dancing around her room as she dressed, singing along with the words.

There has been an accident at the house built out of sticks
I will miss that little piggy
I can't believe this

Write this down and tell the world that the wolf has been found
When he dreams he dreams of flawless escape
Won't you try to get out of the way

Wait this is a cover up.

There has been one more victim
But I don't know his name
And the wolf has got a taste for bacon
But it's just a part of the game
When he dreams he dreams of flawless escape
Won't you try to get out of the way

Wait! This is a cover up
Let me see him
Alert the press!
Where is the warden?
Where is the wolf?
I've got to find him

As she sang Lizzy picked out one of her favorite outfits, slightly trying to look good for Jeremy. Once she had her silver bracelet and shamrock necklace on she took her phone out of the charger and slid it into her pocket before grabbing her iPod and headphones. Her bass was laying in a beanbag chair in the corner of her room and she carefully put it into its case. Placing her chainwallet in her pocket, which had her housekeys attatched, she clipped the chain to her beltloop. Her blue zebra hoodie was the last thing she grabbed as she started down the stairs. "I'll be back later alright?!" Elizsarah yelled to her parents as she headed for the door. "Not too late, Lizzy!" He parents said in unison before they heard the slam of the front door.

[[ Lizzy's House ]]

Linnea smiled and nodded, “A nap time sounds good right now.” She snuggled into the pillowed pillow thing as the two up and awake people wondered into the back rooms. Looking over at MJ as he talked about a one to two hour nap. “Sounds good to me as well.” Staring at MJ as he laid on top of her, she laughed softly and then shook her head. “MJ a few older friends of mine have, ah just get comfy and sleep.” She smiled and laughed softly, before, she shifted lightly; keeping MJ the same way as he was before and then she closed her eyes as well. “Sweet dreams.”


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Tony smiled as the tickets showed, she couldn’t help but to rejoice quickly, in her own weird way. Straightening up she raised her glass as well, “A toast is perfect.” She thought for a second about what to toast about, she put on a small corny smile and then began, “A toast for a wonderful year, an awesome next 2 month and a rocking show to show everyone in the world that we can really rock them till they drop.” She stopped and then laughed softly, “Anyone wana add anything guys?”


[oh uber corny lolz]

Sticks reached back and did his hair into a ponytail while Tanya was talking to him. "Eh. I'm not too surprised that we were picked. I mean, hell, everyone in this band is immensely talented. Linnea, MJ, you, me, we're all some of the best at what we do." He did a quick two-kick on the bass drum followed up by a cymbal crash and a snare flam. "I'm not looking forward to Texas either. It's not the heat, it's just...Texas. Do I have to say more?" He laughed quietly, twirling his sticks. "So, you wanna warm up first or jump straight into practice? Hell, if we gotta warm-up, I would suggest the 4-4-16 Solo bit." He made a mention to a warm-up exercise he often practiced with MJ which involved a 4/4 time signature and one member playing a straight rhythm while the other played a solo for 16 bars, then they switched up.

"Too tired to retaliate, this is awesome; have a nice nap Lina," he couldn't help but comment before he rolled off of her and returned to his original spot on the couch. Grabbing one of the sofa pillows, he then placed it on the arm rest before laying his head on it. And within a few moments, Michael was officially knocked out.

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Bella merely giggled as she rose up her glass, her eyes turning from Fitch, Sander and then to Tony before she spoke, "And thank the band for working so hard so we'd officially get our big break! Look where we are everyone, I believe this is the biggest gig we could ever take, even bigger than our own World Tour the moment we become famous and make ourselves known! So here's to us as well~"

Linnea smiled and giggled softly. She turned her head and curled up into a little ball of blue. She is so used to sleeping in weird place, one morning you might find her curled up in the far corner of her bedroom, where there is less then a foot of space between the dresser and then wall. She is just weird like that in all. Yawning once more, she closed her eyes shut and drifted off to sleep.

[.. that all for Linnea until stuffs happens]
[and tony I think I should wait for others to postie XP]

Fitch grinned at the two girls as they said their parts of the toast. Really he had nothing to add. He just wanted people to finally really hear their music. There was nothing more than he wanted in the world than recognition. Smiling he raised up his glass as well. The blonde's thoughts drifted to how he was before he started playing with these guys, and wondered if he had ever expressed it. It would sound cheesy, but what the hell..."A toast to the best bandmates I could ever ask for." He grinned widely looking between the three of them. Atticus raised his glass up as well a wide smile on his face. Lucky they came along before he drank himself to death... or did something else stupid. Using his other hand he brushed a few stray strands of blonde hair from his face.

Tanya couldn't help grinning at the compliment."Aw, Sticks, you're gonna make me blush! And I get what you mean about Texas, yeah." She said, knowing how... well, radical some people could be. "Kinda surprised me that THAT'S where they're having a rock competition, considering that's a pretty country state." She plucked a couple of notes out. "Ah, what the hell. Let's do the warm-up real fast. You wanna start on rythm or the solo?"

Jeremy heard the blast from his ringtone, knowing Lizzy had answered him. He had a ringtone set for her, as he did all his contacts. He liked knowing if he really had to answer the phone before having to dig it out to see who it was. Liz's tone was a verse from on of his favorite songs by Cock Sparrer.

So much to lose, so much to gain
So much to fight for, so much to change
You don't look back, you don't look down
You gotta turn everything around

He flipped the phone open, reading her message. When he finished he didn't bother replying, and just jammed the key into the ignition and pulled out from the side of the road. He didn't drive like a complete jerk, although sometimes he did, he usually only went about 10mph over the speed limit. He turned up his radio, which was playing The Sex Pistols, and drove with his window down. Finally in about fifteen minutes he arrived at her house, and he came to a stop. He pulled the key back toward him, and sent her a short text informing her he was here. He wondered if Marikat was going to be on time today, since she had a habit of not, and decided to send her a message to make sure she was awake while he waited. Up yet? He put the phone down in his lap, and looked back over to the house to see if Lizzy was coming.

Aarani rolled over, snorting and yawning, stretching. He sat up and checked the clock, no doubt he'd overslept again. "Aww, shit." He stood up and scratched his body before finding a pair of boxer shorts (he sleeps nakie. :D) and putting them on, going downstairs and rummaging through the kitchen. "The hell?" He pulled his phone from the pantry and sighed, texting his bandmates.
To: Ina, Cierra, Rosemary
From: Aarani
Hey guys. Woke up late again. Ill shower n b on my way ovr to the studio. Much love.
He put his phone in the rim of his boxers, the elastic holding it in place on his hip, and pushed everything aside in the pantry, finding the cereal. "Mmm, Frosted Flakes." He made himself a bowl before going outside and grabbing the newspaper, going back up the stairs to his room. "Aarani.. You still haven't found somewhere else to live yet?" He grumbled when he heard his aunt. "No, Auntie."
"I need the room for someone who's willing to pay to live here." "Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a couple months if I find somewhere."
"I can't wait months!"
"Then don't wait at all."
"Don't sass me, boy." His aunt scurried away. "Tough love," he muttered, finishing his cereal and picking out a clean pair of boxers and some jeans, flinging his boxers out of the bathroom and taking a shower. (Ye-ow. Sexay. XD)

Minutes later, he popped out of the shower, putting his boxers and dark brown jeans on.
To: Ina, Cierra, Rosemary
From: Aarani
Sorry to b a pester or watever, Aunts kicking me out. Can I stay with one of you guys until I find somewhere to live? Ha ha.
He found a small jacket and pulled it on, leaving it unzipped. He grabbed his drumsticks and a small backpack, throwing it over his shoulder and walking out of the house with an "I'll be back," to his aunt. He called a cab and made his way towards the studio.

He had smiled as the others each said how their sleep had been. However he did nod slightly and smirk when Bella said she woke early. "Same, only Catalina was awake when I left, my family is so lazy, it's almost embarassing." He looked sheepish before taking the glass of lemonade. He took a slight sniff of it, enjoying the smell of the lemonade, before nodding to the other three as each in turn made their own little toasts. Finally it came to his turn and he looked a little confused. He waved his free hand in the air and shook his head, smiling while pretending to look defeated.
"I've got nothing...Just, thanks, and good luck to us!" He answered, raising his own glass. This band had been the best thing to happen to him, he hoped that they knew this.

MariKat felt her back pocket vibrate and stopped to see who it was. Unlike her calls she never MariKat never left a textunread. Stopping in front of cafe` she reached into her back pocket and took out the chained case Rumor2 reading the text and sticking her tounge out.

To: Jerimiah
From: MariKat
Yeah I'm away.
Don't worry I'm on my way.
- MariKat <3

She said putting her phone back in her back pocket and noticing her mp3 player. Smiling she took the Zen out and put her headphones in when she realized she was being watched. Looking towards the Cafe` she saw a group of boys staring at her like she was venus. She rolled her eyes as she flipped them off and turned her mp3 to full blast. She started to run again and smiled as she sang to an Avril Lavigne song. Even though she was obviously english she had a very american alternative style of music.

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive

Many people looked at her while she sang with her beautiful voice. Ignoring the stares she continued to run towards the studio.

Elizsarah saw the car and happily got off the steps of her porch and walked to the car. Opening the trunk she placed her bass and carefully and shut up closed. Quickly she pulled the passenger door open. "Morning." She said with a smile and took her earbuds out of her ears to listen to the radio. "How'd you sleep?" Lizzy innerly blushed as she smelt the inside of Jeremy's car, though she hated the concept of smoke, she loved the smell of it. Thats why she never bothered other people smoking around her.

Ina sat down on one of the love-seats in the studio, she was almost never the first one there. It was only thanks to her being woken up by Meg that she was here this early. The side of her guitar case started to play one of her favorite classical pieces, "Pachelbel's Canon in D Major," it was her text alert. Ina had just gotten a new phone, the last being killed by a stray dart one night, don't ask. She went through phone like some people went through clean underwear, she had a new one practically every week. She stopped personalizing them a while ago.

She grabbed her phone and checked the ID. It was from Aarani, saying he was going to be late. It was a toss up between the two as to who was later more often, but she had him beat today. She looked at her guitar case and violin case, wondering if she should get them out and tuned, but decided against it, she'd wait for the others. She pulled out the paper Meg gave her and started to read the article on the band. A bit later she got another text from Aarani. After reading it, she smiled and texted him back.

You can stay with me if you want.
I have extra room!
You know I never mind the company!
<3<3<3 Ina <3<3<3