Quinn Crimson has a band of her own. The name of the band is 'The Hoaxers'.
Quinn is originally from Germany, she moved to England when she was Five. In England, her German accent stuck.
Also in England, she met the rest of her band. The band cons...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭
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Quinn heard knocking on her hotel room door. 'I swear if it's Cara, I'm gonna punch her. I have eight hours before this concert.' Quinn thought.
Quinn put her notebook down and walked to the door. More knocks came as she got to the door. "Shut up." She grumbled and opened the door.
Well, it wasn't Cara, nor Aiden, nor Matt. It was two boys.
Quinn looked up. "Can I help you?" Quinn asked. "Your German?" One of them asked. "No. I'm fucking Irish. Yes, I'm German." Quinn rolled her eyes. "You dropped this yesterday, in the lobby." He handed her, her lighter.
Quinn grabbed it. Her lighter had writing on it, she checked to make sure it was hers. 'Q.R.C'. "Thanks." Quinn nodded. "Your welcome." The other said.
The one talking before, had dreadlocks, a lip piercing, and baggy clothes. The other had black hair, an eyebrow piercing, and black clothes.
They looked familiar. Their face shapes, the way they sounded. They looked like her old friends, Tom and Bill.
"How did you know it was mine?" Quinn asked. "You bumped into us yesterday." The one with dreads explained. "How did you find my room? Anyone else think it's a buy stalker like?" Quinn frowned her eyebrows.
