Rocking the atmosphere

The Lamp Is The Key

Lots Angeles at six in the morning was more gorgeous than anything in the entire world. As the brightly colored tour buses road through the decretive streets of the famed city, those who were out couldn't help but turn heads at the eye catching colors.

Deema was the first to awake. Not by the honking of horns, not by the light snoring coming from her band mates, and not even by the beautiful sunrise. Her phone buzzed furiously on her bedside table, it chimed the familiar song to which the band had first created together. The blonde's crystal blue eyes groggily slipped open, while her mangled blonde hair had to be flipped out of her face so she could see properly. The girl lazily rolled around on her stomach until the electronic device was in her grasp. Knowing not to wake the others, she quickly answered, without checking the collar ID.

"Hello," the blonde snorted nasally, not bothering to wake herself up.

"Miss me, Blondie?"

Deema's slightly red eyes became wide at the sound of the voice. She knew who it was, and she was horrified. In an act of quick reflexes, she chucked her phone across the room, making it hit the wall with a harsh THUMP. She hastilly escaped the comfort of her bed to pick up her now cracked phone. Deema groaned with annoyance while pulling the device back up to her ear.

"How did you get my new number you, sicko?!"

"I have my sources, Blondie. Now, I heard you were coming back to LA, so I wanted to give you a proper welcome," the voice chimed, sounding threatening yet seductive.

"You have proven to me already that you are not proper! Or sane! I want nothing to do with you! So take a hint! Stop calling me before I call the cops on your creepy ass," the blonde was now becoming frantic. With a heart beating like a drum, she paced around her moving room.

"You can call the police all you want, but since you have no current evidence of what I'm going to do, I'll just keep coming back, and coming back..I will get you, and when I do, you'll regret ever breaking up with me."

The phone suddenly became eerily silent, meaning that the creepy caller had hung up. Deema was becoming overwhelmed. She knew the caller, and remembered him fondly, but wanted to have no ties with him. She could tell that he was happy to be scaring her, and it was sickening. She knew what he was capable of, and even got a restraining order, but nothing seems to keep the stalker back. So many death, rape, or even physical threats came to her in mysterious letters or calls from this person. It was horrifying for a young girl to feel so confused, and so open to that kind of torture. The blue eyed girl gave a heavy sigh. Once waltzing to her small window, she could see the outline of the mansion from only a block away, plus the billions of fans lined up to watch their entrance. Determination then entered her soul at the remembrance of her responsibilities. She had to create a sixth of an album in only three months. All of which included lyrics, music, and a potential idea for a music video so they could pre-plan performances while on the next tour. Deema atleast had the choice of working alone or working with someone else on a set. She knew Oona was probably set on a bunch of "first time love" songs, and Molly was most likely writing a bunch about liberating, "I-hate-your-slimy-guts" ones centered towards Gil. Deema was pretty much stuck.

The thought of early mornings and late nights boggled the blonde. But it was, in fact, the life of a rock star.

Deema sat nonchalantly on her bed until the familiar clang of the mansion gates sang to her. The fangirls/guys were in the way, but quickly moved to avoid getting hit. A few even attempted to run through the open slot only to be thrown back out by their security guards. The large bus entered the long, black driveway that seemed to go on for days. It finally pulled up in front of the large, pale and peach mansion, which looked like it housed royalty. The large home had a large garden decorating the front, while a fountain leading to the mahogany double doors poured with fresh spring water. The blonde decided to finally make herself decent, and slipped on a pair of shorts that matched with her over-sized shirt. She lazily neglected her bra, and trudged out of the bus, breathing in the fresh celebrity air while stretching.