Battle of the Bands is one week out.
A fan favourite, Girl Talk, the four-piece all-chick rock band, is ready to shoot their shot and make their mark at this year's competition.
Follow Lydia, Jordan, Violet, and Shane through their next big advent...
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Saturday, June 7th 2014
Jordan Stiller maintained a steady hand as she perfected her 60's inspired eyeliner, a bold black line cutting across her lid, as well as across her lash line. With a sigh, she dabbed a small, precise dot of black just beyond the pointed end of her cat-eye liner. Feeling satisfied, she began to recreate the bold look on the opposite eye.
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Though it wasn't officially her birthday, Jordan was meeting up with her girlfriends and band-mates to celebrate her quickly approaching 23rd birthday. The following Tuesday didn't seem like a party day that they could all commit to, so her friends thought it would be fitting to get together the Saturday before.
Her older sister and roommate, Kylie, suggested that they pop by the Mod Club, the bar she had started working at a few months prior. With no other plans aside from getting smashed and bar crawling, Jordan agreed to make an appearance.
Her and her best friend, Shane Brewster, were getting ready in Shane's tiny, one-bedroom basement apartment. It wasn't much, but it was a space to call her own. It was also a short walk from the Mod Club, where she had recently joined Kylie on staff behind the bar.
"Vi just texted me," Shane piped up from the other room, trying to piece together an outfit. "She said her and Lyd are gonna meet us there."
After dabbing another tiny black dot to complete her eyeliner on the other side, Jordan allowed her facial features to contort into a frown.
"What the hell?" She scoffed loudly, her voice echoing through the tiny, tiled bathroom. "I thought they said they were coming by to pre-game!"
"Apparently not," Shane's voice was louder now, sounding as if she was getting closer. "By the sounds of it, that wedding Vi had to go to is running late..."
As Jordan picked through her make-up bag for her highlighter and brow filler, Shane appeared in the doorway, folding her slender, tattooed arms across her chest. Jordan looked up at the sudden appearance of her friend, her frown contorting into an enthusiastic grin.
"Shane!" She cooed, admiring her friend's outfit. "You look incredible!"
The normally modest Shane was wearing a knee-length black, wrap dress with tiny, spaghetti straps and a deep, exposing V-neck, showing off the beginning of the risque rose tattoo between her breasts. Her chest-length, ashy blonde hair was left down and straight, falling in silky strands against her shoulders. Dangling from her neck, the black stone pendant that Jordan had never known Shane to be without.
