All In The Name Of...

Supersonic

-Time-Jump to January 7, 1993-

"I don't see why you're so damn nervous," Trixie laughed at Vicky and I. "I mean, you weren't too bad with Vicky or I. I mean sure, it ain't the greatest situation in the world, but you look like you're about to cry, Stella."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and Vicky stepped in. "They're called mood swings, Trixie. It's a pregnancy thing."

"That badly?"

"Yeah, that badly."

"Well, it looks like I'm never having kids."

"Guys, quiet for a moment, would you?" I groaned, biting my lip. "I'm trying to think." Honestly, I wasn't really trying to think at all; quiet was concentration. Part of me wished there was a joint in my mouth, and part of me wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, both were out of the question. There were hours left until we got our chance to finally put the Conspirators back together; our only chance.

Sighing, Vicky turned back to her makeup, which was sprawled out across her table. She had gotten herself an apartment, and had taken it upon herself to let us get ready there. It was a nice little place that reminded me of the apartment she'd had when we first met her. A nostalgic frown crossed my face. Shit was so much easier back then.

After a few minutes, however, the silence was broken again. "Did we ever plan exactly how we were getting back there?" Vicky asked. "I mean, Trixie, you let Stella backstage. I doubt Sonic would ever bother doing that."

Chuckling a bit, Trixie shrugged. "Sonic just sees the world differently. I tend to know it'll make everyone's lives easier if I'd just sit the fuck down and listen every once in awhile. I gotta give the bitch credit, though; she makes you work for what you want." The goth paused for a moment. "Well, she probably ain't gonna make it easy."

I cracked my knuckles, sighing. "I mean, the first issue is getting inside... not that it's technically an issue, but it'll be a shit ton easier if we just stay undetected at first. We can try to enjoy the show..." Trixie snorted at that point, I let a grin slide by. "Anyway, getting backstage is going to be the hard part. Do you think there's a way to just sneak back there?"

Vicky shook her head, but of course, Trixie nodded. "What if we get out?" the drummer inquired.

Trixie only laughed in response. "Since when has that ever stopped us before? I'm sure if we just wait for the right time, we can sneak right past who we need to. Plus there'll be so many people that I doubt anyone is going to notice us...not right away. Worst case, we get kicked out, yeah, but then we can just hang out by the tour buses." She did have a point.

Finally, we were all ready to leave. Despite the fact that we weren't even there yet, my heart was doing backflips. I did my best to remain calm, though, especially since I was pregnant. Stress was just not good for me, so I had to try to make an already stressful situation as controlled as I could.

The whole ride up there was filled with thoughts of what I was going to say to Sonic. Of course, all three of us had to worry; that being said, I was Sonic's biggest enemy out of us all. If we didn't succeed, it would all be over. It was like I had promised Trixie; either Sonic came back to us, or I would have no choice but to give up.

Failure could not be an option.

When we arrived, the venue was already piling with people ready to see the Supersonics perform. Most of them were teenagers, but a good age range of people had arrived. I did spot some people wearing Conspirators merchandise, and I had to laugh to myself; I was surprised that the merch wasn't banned from the shows.