A group of four girls live the passionate punk lifestyle, but whom they meet on the way makes it ten times better.
Contains mature themes, languages and other fun stuffz read at your own risk.
I hear the obnoxious noise of my alarm. Then, all of our alarms started ringing. We did the ritual of throwing whatever we can grab our hands on first at the door. We used to do that back in Kansas when we had small gigs, and had to wake up early.
To be completely honest, we didn't even know where we were going first. We have 2 gigs back to back, then a few days of fun.
We order food from room service. And wait for all of our pancakes and waffles and bacon and..mmmm. Food in general is delish.
After we eat our food, which was good as always. We start taking shifts in the showers, and exchanging clothes, curling hair, doing makeup. Everything.
We take about 2-3 hours of that whole ordeal. We all settled on plaid.
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This was my outfit. So that's cool.
It was after getting ready, and were loading our van up. We all piled up our instruments and hit the road.
We didn't know where we were playing until like ten minutes before.
"Okay girls, you will be playing 2 songs at a party," Shelly, our manager aka the mom of the group said.
"What kind of party is it," I asked.
"About that.." Shelly started.
"It's a boys party, for a birthday, and their moms wanted to surprise them.. so they offered money to um.. have you girls play for them." She stated.
