Gigi, Amber, Amy, and Kourtney are best friends in their 20s. One day they decide to make a band, but they don't know how hard fame is. While drama happens between them every girl has their own problems. Will they still be best friends in the end?
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It's become routine now. Wake up at 5:00, go backstage, rehearse, get my makeup on, and then perform. But today is not like all the other days.
I hide in the closet breathing deeply. I hear footsteps outside the door. They stop. Its two people and they start talking.
"Where are they! I needed them on that stage ten minutes ago!" I know who it is and I shiver. The other man starts talking.
"Well we don't know where Gigi, Amber, and Kourtney are, but we think Amy left the building." I shake my head knowing exactly why she left. The two men left. I slid to the floor. I could hear their chants.
"We want Seagulls! We want Seagulls! WE WANT SEAGULLS!"
It all fades it the background. How did we get here? Well it really all started when we were going to a concert....
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"Oh my God!"
I yell out to the bathroom. They're taking so long! I pound on the door. Kourtney comes out looking mad.
Kourtney was is wearing a really punk outfit.
"How dare you use Gods name in vain!" Kourtney says. I forgot Kourtney was a really religious Christian. You would never guess it according to the way she dresses.
I flip my hair in a sassy style before replying. "Sorry Kourt. But you really need to hurry up." Kourtney sighs and also flips her hair.
"Sorry Gigi," she says. "But Amy is taking really long. She needs to straighten her hair or something. After that we can go to the concert." Kourtney closes the door in my face. Sometimes she can be a bitch, but she's my best friend. I go to the kitchen while waiting for Amber to show up. She's always late.
Just as I'm making my peanut butter sandwich the doorbell rings. I run to it and open it to see Amber. "You're late." I say before giving her a hug.
"Sorry! I got stuck in traffic. And I was getting a little something." She holds out a bag of pot. I shake my head and take the pot to look at it.
"Um Amber? You do know this is fake pot right?" I say. Amber takes the bag and looks at it more closely.
"God damn it." she says. "I kept getting ripped off." I smile.
"That's because you want to get high so bad. Have you even tried pot?" Amber shook her head.
"I want to try it though!" Amber says. I laugh and throw away the bag.
"Come on. The girls are upstairs." I say. We go to the bathroom and see Amy and Kourtney. We all start getting ready. We make sure to look really punk for this punk concert. At the end we all look amazing and we take pictures.
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"Hey Hollis come look this picture, you look amazing." I say and show her the picture I took. She smiles.
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