Rocking the atmosphere

Panic in the Dairy Section

The meeting ran by quickly, as well as the the time it took for the six young adults to eat five large boxes of pizza. Afterwards, the pop stars were able to do whatever they pleased, most of which included tweaking lyrics or instrumentals. These were the few moments the young adults could enjoy their private lives before the insanity of the tour began. Soon enough, every bit of their lives would be broadcasted around the globe for dedicated fans and nosy paparazzi to see. By the time the year ends, they'll be begging to get rid of the annoying cameras.

The day casually drifted by. The six performers went back to their collaborations, while their managers sorted out more of the touring details. By the time the evening revealed itself, an intense hunger ravished every person in the mansion.

"Should we order out again," Goby suggested at the table, feeling tempted to reach for the cell phone sitting in his pocket.

Deema imitated a gag, "We've been ordering out for two months. I want something good to eat, not something greasy and cheap."

While the blonde sat at the stone kitchen table, Gil entered, feeling quite offended by her statement, "How dare you! Pizza is not cheap!"

The blonde lazilly blew her bangs, "It is when you order it from some shack in the shady part of the city."

Oona shivered, "I thought I found a chicken bone in my last slice...Or at least I think it was from a chicken."

She cringed, remembering the horrible taste of bone marrow crunching under her teeth.

"We need real food," The female band leader spoke, "I have been dying for Oona to make her famous chicken stir fry!"

"Ooh! I've been wanting that too," her blue eyed friend beamed, "And her yummy broccoli surprise!"

The japanese female giggled with red cheeks, "Guys, stop, it's embarrassing!"

"Oona, you can cook?" Goby's eyebrows rose, suddenly becoming impressed with the shy female's apparent talent, "That's pretty cool!"

"I can make a few big recipes," the shy female croaked, feeling self conscious.

Deema scoffed, " A few? That's an understatement, my friend. Remember when you cooked a thanksgiving meal for that homeless shelter last year? I hadn't seen so many smiling faces and full stomachs in my entire life!"

"Well, looks like she's useful for more than just one thing," Gil felt another slap molest to the back of his head. This one coming from his own keyboard player.

"I wouldn't mind going to get the groceries," the small female shrugged once more, "I haven't gone out in days."

"-but you're not going by yourself, right," her pink haired best friend asked in a worried and threatening tone, " it's getting dark."

Oona sighed, rolling her eyes minimally so her friend couldn't see, "Molly, I'm fine. I'm sure I can handle getting food by myself-"

"I can go with her."

The brown eyed female turned to see her redheaded crush, feeling comfortable, yet somewhat embarrassed.

"Really, I can do it myself," she insisted, becoming aggravated with her friend, "I'm not a baby."

Nonny shrugged, " I just thought we could hang out while doing it. You know, to get to know each other better?"

The purple haired drummer felt her heart flutter. Seeing her crush's soft lips lift into a small smile made her joyous beyond recognition. With red cheeks, she instantly agreed, "What should I make?"

Before Gil could even let a single word slip from his chauvinistic mouth, Molly stepped in front of him, "Surprise us! Whatever it is, it will be delicious."