Note: To the side over there is the sleeve tattoo Alyssandra is getting! Oh & don't worry guys I actually like Juliet Simms, even though she doesn't sound good sometimes, but her beautifulness makes up for that! This is just for the story. Oh & special thanks to @IxAmxThexDevil! She helped with this chapter and the next! Enjoy! :D
I walked in the living room and realized Emma was still sleeping. She'll get so pissed at me if I don't wake her up since it's almost nine in the morning. A devilious grin escaped my lips.
I had the perfect idea.
Quietly, I tip-toed over to my bag and took my air horn out. It's a don't ask, don't tell thing. Then I placed it near Emma's face and pressed down on the button.
She's going to kill me!
Emma fell off the couch screaming while I was laughing my ass off.
Damn, I should have recorded this!
"Dude, what the f*ck!"
I started to laugh even harder.
Trying to talk, I said, "What? You'd be mad at me if I didn't wake you up before nine. I know how you are."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "You could have just lightly shoved me or something."
Making a puppy dog face, "Awwweee, is someone's feewings huwt?" I giggled and kissed her on the cheek, "come on, let's go get ready. David will be here at 10:30 to pick us up."
We headed up to her humongous bathroom. I took a quick shower while Emma picked out my clothes. She picked out short red ripped jean shorts with a black I heart Ronnie Radke tank.
Quickly, I straightened my hair and put my piercings in, all 16 of them.
The song So Yesterday by Hilary Duff started playing on my iPod and I sang along with it.
"Why hasn't BVB let you sing with them yet? Seriously, Alyssandra. Better than that Juliet."
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
Honestly, I don't think Andy even knows I can sing. He could know since the rest of the band knows I can, but who knows. I don't really want to pursue singing as a career; I like photographing famous bands/people much better.
"I like taking pictures for a living. Besides, I make as much money with it than I would with singing. If not more at times."
Emma rolled her eyes at me. We hurried downstairs and put on our shoes then got into David's car. Of course, I got shotgun.
On our way to the tattoo place, we talked about going to my cousin's bar tonight. David would drive by himself, Emma and I would go in my car, and we'd meet there at 10. It was our usual place and all the usual people there knew us.
We finally arrived at the tattoo shop. I was so excited and nervous! I had been planning on getting this done for so many months and now I'm finally doing it! It'll be my seventh tattoo. Zak took me back to the room and I sat in the chair. He showed me the drawing he did of what I wanted and I was very pleased with it. Zak is the only one I trust doing tattoos on me.
He began tattooing the sleeve and I squinted most times due to the fact it hurt in some spots. After about five hours, he was finally done. I looked in the mirror and I got all fan-girly! It looked awesome!
"Holy shit Zak! Once again you have made some part of mah body look amazing!"
He smiled and I paid for my tattoo at the front desk. David, Emma, and I headed to dinner because it was around five already.
