True Beauty lies Beneath the Skin (Phan)

The Great Unknown

I'm sick of waiting for my life to come to me
So I'm headed into the great unknown...

A week and a half later.

The scent combination of hairspray, alcohol and body odor is not a good one. However, it was the scent that often greeted Runaway Exorcist and anyone walking into the tour bus from the outside as they entered the band's home away from home. Once in a while, someone would remember to buy a scented candle at the store whenever they went to buy food, so the smell became a little more bearable. 

For the most part, the bus was fairly tidy apart from a few empty alcoholic beverage containers and a couple of stray socks from Phil. The guys in the band weren't pigs by any means, but it usually was up to Iesha to keep them in line and to make sure the bus and it's inhabitants weren't a total mess. Luckily, Iesha was often an early riser, so she didn't have much of a problem getting up early and getting herself ready for the day before anyone else so that she'd have extra time to help the boys get ready too.

Once Iesha was up and felt ready enough, she barged into the bunk room of the bus. There was a bunk area, and also an actual bedroom in the back. Despite how  much these guys could be dicks at times, they really did appreciate all of the hard work that Iesha did for them, so when they were able to get an actual bus, they all agreed to give her the bedroom. Iesha, rather than trying to be humble and suggesting someone else should get the room, immediately agreed that she'd worked too damn hard to sleep in a bunk and that was how Iesha always ended up getting the bedrooms in the band's tour buses.

"Alright, boys, up and at 'em! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Iesha exclaims, walking through the bunk room and into the lounge.

All of the men simultaneously groan and roll out of their bunks.

"Sir yes sir," Phil mocks.

"I actually think I'd make a good drill sergeant," Iesha states.

Once everyone got their coffee, they all plunked down onto the couches and chairs within the lounge and drank their coffee in silence a few minutes. (A/N: All of the band members are MADE UP CHARACTERS so if I accidentally made them have the same name as a YouTuber or real life band member or something soz but it's not them.)

"How's the tattoo healing up, Phil?" Greg, the band's lead singer asks.

Phil pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Good, but I've reached the itchy phase."

"How good was your artist? I think I finally wanna get that piece on my ribs done."

"Oooh, ribs are gonna hurt like a bitch," Nick, the band's drummer says.

"I know, I know, but I still wanna get it done. Was your guy expensive, Phil? How was he?" Greg inquires.

Phil and Iesha look to each other.

AJ, the band's rhythm guitarist groans, "Oh, God, they're doing that telepathy thing again."

"Iesha, what do you know? Is this another one of Phil's encounters with someone really weird?" Mason, the band's bassist asks.

"Hey!" Phil exclaims, "I don't run into lunatics that often."

"Yes you do," Iesha bluntly states, "I went with Phil when he booked the appointment because we went to the shop Justin is apprenticing at now to visit him. The guy wasn't that weird, just a little..."

"Stand off-ish," Phil finishes.

"Yeah. That."

"I mean, he's a really good artist, you'd probably really like him," Phil says.