Bandmate ||Ricky Garcia||

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Makeup is seen in many ways to different people. Some might say it's just disguise that women wear because their scared to be themselves, or it's something that enhances the original beauty. But in this case it just caused confusion with quite a few glares to one another.

The guys said as much excuses they could, for example 'it's too late' but the girls fired back with 'it's only eight?' so after arguing they all gave in. Since there are three of us and three of them Keta and Margo said we all get one person to put make up on.

And that's now the new argument. Who gets who, and see whose prettier at the end.

''Flip a coin,'' I suggest wanting their nonstop rant to come to an end.

''I have a dime,'' Emery searches his back pockets arching his back to reach the cent.

''Perfect,'' Margo takes it and faces Keta completely ignoring me. ''Heads or tails?''

''Tails,'' Keta stares as the coin turns in the air after being flipped by Margo. There's a water drop sound when the coins touches the marble floor. They start circling it when Keta jumps up startling the rest of us.

''I choose first!'' Margo groans as she picks up the dime. ''Jonny how about some red lipstick?''

''As long as it light up my eyes,'' he chuckles and follows Keta to the kitchen with her bag. Now it's between Margo and me and knowing her she'll choose Ricky.

''Okay Angie what do you choose,'' the dime is set on the nail of her thumb ready to fly as soon as I made my mind.

''Heads,'' Its flipped and we wait for the landing.

When it hits the floor I wait for Margo's reaction to tell me what happened. Her lip biting and roll of eyes told me everything.

''Angie your turn to choose,'' I knew it.

Why not annoy her a bit longer, its fun, ''Uhm... Mr. Garcia if you please,'' I cross my arms trying to stop a cocky grin from curling up my lips.

''Seriously? Why am I the last person? I brought you all the bomb movie,'' Poor Emery I hope Margo doesn't poke his eyes.

''Where'd you like to go?'' I ask as he gets up slowly from the couch.

''The patio is fine,''

''Alright,'' that's what we do we. Slowly I push myself up sucking my breath. We head out the door and a cool breeze is quick to hit us in the face. That's when I realize I don't have much to work with. I tell Ricky I'd be back that I'll go borrow somethings from Keta or Margo.

Ricky's POV

Fuck my life.

Of course makeup out of all things! Why not dress us up in dresses and play tea party to top everything up! Mom always said if you have nothing good to say don't say anything at all, and trust me right now I wanted to tell them so bad to go cake their owns faces and let me sleep!

I take in a deep breath to calm myself down.

The sun was about to set just as Audrey left back inside. Looking up at the few noticeable stars I think that these girls might not be ready to be in this industry at all. Margo can sometimes be too far up her ass to think of others, and Keta, well she's very bubbly, but I cant hear her voice(not in a singing kind of way), and as for Audrey she has great vocals but I sometimes feel like this isn't her type of music.

At this point there's no going back. If were to tell the girls to go home it would stain the whole band, and that will be a stuff stain to clean. I stroll to the outdoor sofa and lay down, as I do so I run my fingers through my hair.