The Rockstar Within Me

The Rockstar Within Me - Chapter 4

Copyright 2011

When I said interesting, I must have been under an influence.

After a painful nine am conference call with the managers and publicists which neither River or I were really awake for; we we're informed that upon our arrival in Dallas, we would have four hours of press. We were promised that the majority of questions would be about the concert and tour, but to expect nosy interviewers to asked questions about our "personal lives". So we were told to get our stories straight.

This was news to me that I would even be doing interviews! I was the back up band after all. No one should care what I think, honestly. And I didn't mean that in a negative way against me. I was actually kind of excited that I would be asked what my opinion on things were, its just not unless River had kissed me, no one would have cared.

River clicked the end button on the phone and gave me a dull look.

"How long do we have?" He asked bored in between yawns. I was the one who had wake him up and drag him out of his bunk, but even though I tried my best... He really hadn't woken up yet.

I looked up from my seat in the back lounge to the hanging clock on the wall. "Joe said we'd get there around 12..." That left us 3 hours.

"Who's Joe?" River asked confused.

"Seriously....? Your bus driver."

He leaned against the window, thinking to himself. It was obvious when he finally remembered because he grinned and looked back at me.

"Oh ya. Course."

I just shook my head to myself. Unbelievable. The boy was too self absorbed for his own good.

"Since when do you have glasses?" He asked casually, noticing as I played with them.

I shrugged, not looking at him instead at my fingers.

"I usually wear contacts, but I fell asleep with them in last night so I had to throw them out this morning. I'll have to pick some up at a drug store or something."

He guffawed, which made me look up at him. "They're like the biggest hipster glasses." He stated, noting how square and black they were.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He laughed again. "No worries. I have some like them."

Still leaning against the window, he reached across a counter and pulled out a drawer and like promised, he pulled out a pair of glasses.

"See? We're matching." He put them on, which actually complimented his black skinny jeans, grey v-neck and dog tags. He always was dressed perfectly to fit his image of alternative pop punk-er.

I just sat there, hair still damp from a recent shower and in sweats and a T-shirt with no make up on which was usually a big-no-no for me. Nothing special. Of course I'd have change for interviews; Jess would have to help me.

"Alright kiddies," Jeff called, walking into the back lounge, seeming much more awake then both of us put together. "Aw you guys are starting to dress a like! I think my grandparents do that too." He commented sarcastically.

River frowned and took off the glasses, dropping them back into the drawer where he found them.

Jeff sat on the other end of semi circle bench in between River and I. "So, whats the story?"

We looked at him dubiously.

"Um what?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on. Have you never seen movies? You have to get your stories right or people will figure it out. Simply put."