Property of Amy Billie

12th February

12th February

I've just finished getting ready for tonight. Gig night. Love it. My beautiful classic Fender-esque guitar and singing is what I enjoy best. I literally live for gig night. All the practise pays off. I like wearing slip dresses, like silky ones with lace lining, metallic material, no bras, the raunchier the better. Last time Cleo had drawn a massive glittery dick on my forehead.

I'm so excited!

The only downside to tonight's gig is that it's Valentine's themed so the club will be draped out in red and pink hearts, confetti everywhere. They'd originally declined our slot (even though we literally perform every Thursday, Friday and Saturday there) because they wanted a 'ballad' night. Boo. So like pros Cleo and I stormed into the manager's office, I mean what does he know about shit and we demanded our usual slot.

"Do you know how much we've spent paying your poxy 'deposit' three days a week, every week for the past year?" Cleo had shouted, putting her hands on her hips in a superhero way.

"Or how much money we've brought to you with our fans?" I'd joined in.

Yeah.

The manager, Mr Harper had kind of sat there blubbering, his second chin wobbling away. He reminds me of a walrus. Clearly he knows shit about shit. He'd thrown in the usual argument "Your 'fans' spend money to throw drinks at you, which I have to pay cleaners to clean up."

Bleugh. I get so mad thinking about how much this guy's ripped us off. He's literally taking us for mugs.

Cleo being a badass bitch that I love had waved a finger in his face, eyes wide with rage. She saw the injustice too. "We will have our usual shitty slot and we will not sing your shitty ballads. Valentine's Day can eat my ass. You'll be thanking us when we're signing record deals." It was a high five moment but I didn't want to look lame.

I can barely write at the moment, I'm buzzing my tits off for tonight! Jed might be there, he sometimes comes with his rowdy asshole mates. They're probably the worst culprits for throwing shit at us to be honest. I'm going to finish this can of cider, have a spliff and then head over to Cleo's for a quick rehearsal. I literally live for these moments.