The Legacy Bell

Everyone who likes pop.

How many people have read that?" I ask. "Everyone who likes pop." Taylor says, drinking the coffee I got for her.

"They'll hate me won't they." I say and run my fingers through my green hair. "Yeah. Probably." Taylor says deep in thought. We stare off into space as my phone rings. 

"Hello?" I ask. "Hey. It's Vic." he says and I turn the phone on speaker. "What can I do for you?" I ask. "You're becoming a guitar tech right?" He asks. "Yeah. Why?" I ask. "A friend of mine needs a guitar tech for his band." Vic tells me. "Where do I go?" I ask. "Baltimore." he tells me. We say our goodbyes and hang up.

"Now the only problem is that people will recognise you." Taylor tells me. "Oh! I think I can fix that!" I say and jog to my bathroom and grab the bottle of pink hair dye. "Anything I can do to help?" Taylor asks. 

"Here.It's my professors number. He gave it to us incase of emergencies." I tell her and hand her a sticky note.

"So. How does it look?" I ask, coming out of the bathroom with cotton candy pink hair and my natural colored eyes.

"Woah. You don't look like yourself." Taylor tells me.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRR!" Perfect Weapon screams. Taylor jumps up out of bed startled, while I roll out of bed calmly. 

"Will you take me to the airport?" I ask once I got ready. "Sure. You have everything?" She asks. "Yeah." I say and grab my suitcase and guitar case and guesture to the backpack attached to my back.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitchy sister." Taylor says when we get to the airport. "Sorry for being so annoying." I say. 

"Don't worry about me Taylor Anne. You'll see me again." I tell my twin and hug her. "Don't forget about me Baliey Jean." She says hugging me back.

"See you later Tay." I call over my shoulder and board the plane to my new life.