“Ugh, today’s going to be such a long day” I grumbled to myself as I forced myself out of my clean and absolutely wonderfully warm hotel bad. My name’s Phoebe and I’m in a band, but not like a local high school band, but an actual award winning one. We’re fairly new to the business though, we’ve only been out there for maybe a year and a half.
There are three other members of Minimalist Frog (our band name that we regret so much but the fans really like). There’s Roxanne; we both play guitar and contribute vocally, her more so than me, and she has super long but beautiful brown hair with blonde highlights. She’s really tan and I’m super jealous.
Our bassist is Kandice. She also sings and has curly black hair and is always wearing either a dress or a skirt which hurts our image but we like her so she hasn’t been kicked out yet.
The girl I’ve known the longest, and our drummer, is Hazel. She also has curly black hair but she always straightens it. She never sings even though she has a pretty voice.
And I guess I’m the blonde one. I love my band mates like sisters and we never spend a day apart, but anyway back to what I was saying.
We have an early interview today. Being from Texas, we’re all dreading going out today in the horrid New York weather.
I got up and called Hazel. She was probably the only one still asleep so I figured I’d get her up. After three rings she finally picked up. “Hello?” she forced. “Are you awake yet?” I asked with a small laugh.
“I am now” she said hanging up. She’s never been a morning person. I peed and started to brush my hair when I heard a knock at my door. Through the peep hole I saw Tammy, our manager, and let her in.
“Good Morning” she said, letting herself in. She was sweet but very business oriented and it was blatantly obvious. “Good Morning” I said back as I watched her set down a bag on my bed.
“What’s that?” I asked. “It’s your clothes for today, we can meet at the studio first today, we have to go straight to the interview” she said, laying the clothing out on the sheet.
“Aawwww, but I wanted to pick my own clothes” I pouted, still standing at the door. “Phoebe, this is an important one, everything has to go smoothly, I can’t have you showing up in whatever you find in your luggage” Tammy said walking toward me.
“I’m not wearing that necklace” I said, knowing I wasn’t going to win an argument with her. “That’s fine” she said as she opened my door and left.
What she’d brought for me wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t what I would’ve picked out; a fitted white sweater, a red and white plaid button up to go under it, blue denim with holes in the knees, and knee high black boots. I laughed out loud at the dumb pearl necklace she wanted me to wear with it.
Once I was dressed I plopped back down in my bed and checked my phone. I had two messages; one from Tammy and one from Harry (yes, that Harry)
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