Vinnie glanced down at her phone, rapping her painted nails against the back of its black case.
"We've got half an hour till we're on, gang." She announced to the room.
Stone, checking/tuning his bass, looked up and nodded.
"That's enough to get in maybe two rehearsals, right?" Skipp piped up from the other side of the room.
"Yeah, probably." Vinnie said, standing and clasping her hands together.
"After bathroom breaks! Brb." She headed off to the restrooms.
Skipp got up as well, setting his guitar against the wall.
"I'm going to grab a water, you?" Stone looked up again.
"Yeah, I'll come with- one sec."
They walked off to the bar.
They were performing tonight at a popular local tavern. It had a surprisingly nice stage for bands, and usually had decent concerts one to two times every week.
It was also pretty big. So there were numerous crowds of people.
They ducked through the doorway connecting backstage to the main bar area, moving over the counter for drinks.
A neon sign hung above their heads reading "Dante's Bar."
"Just water, please."
"Monster Energy if you have it."
Skipp cocked his head to the side.
"Seriously?"
"What? Stress habit." Skipps brow furrowed. "Besides, we've got time- relax."
"...fine."
The bartender returned with an iced water and a glass of what looked like soda.
"Thanks." They took the refreshments and turned– only to be met with a few similarly dressed girls, phones out.
"Hey- sorry to stop you, but do you think we could, like, get a picture? My cousin loves Ratz."
Ratz was their band name.
Stone and Skipp exchanged a look.
"Sure, why not?" Skipp grinned.
The girl's faces lit up and they snatched a quick selfie with the two.
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