Roxanne Carter is a girl of many talents. A multitasker since diapers who had many hobbies. From playing guitar, to singing, to acting, to fashion and more. She had many interests and she loved each one of them.
Most recently, Roxanne became a siste...
There was nothing to do in the garage for them. It was Sunday in the early afternoon, so no clubs nor cafe's were open, meaning; no gigs to book. And it was one of those rare days, when Peaceville had no festivals, carnivals, events, beauty pageants or anything of the sort going on. And to add salt on the wound, Roxanne had let a friend from theatre club borrow her laptop, because he had promised he could program and update the Grojband website to a better version of itself.
So, there they were. All five teens were spreded across the garage, laying in different surfaces as the only thing they could do was sigh. It was odd for Roxanne. She had became so unused to the feeling of boredom in her months with the crazy indie band, it felt foreign for her.
"My brain feels like --pffft..." Corey spoke up, blowing a raspberry towards the end of his sentence. The beanie wearing boy had been laying on his back in their stage, bored out of his wit as he stared at his garage's roof. "Maybe TV will help." He muttered to himself.
The Riffin boy then kicked off one of his high-top blue Converse trainers, causing it to fly across the room and hit the computer's monitor, effectively turning it on. His actions earned him a disapproving frown from his manager, who was feeling too lazy to actually reprimand him.
