Big Break: A CTE fanfic
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 5h 25m
Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2015
Roses For The Dead is an all girl band that formed during vocalist Kaisa's first year at college in Tacoma, Washington. The band includes Kaisa or Kai as she's called on vocals, Macy/Mace is the lead guitarist and back-up vocalist, Francesca/Frankie is the rhythm guitarist, Calista/Cali plays bass, the drummer is Alisa who is often called Al,Lis, or Lissa and the keyboard player is Paige. Roses For The Dead is asked to join a tour featuring CTE but relationship commitments back home may break this aspiring band, and new relationships may form on the road only time will tell.
Kaisa is on the short side of average height maybe 5'5" she has brown, curly hair, green eyes, and not too thin, she has pasty white skin, and a crazy sense of humor. She just got out of a pretty serious relationship which she is still trying to recover from. She is 20 years old
Macy is about 5'7" with dirty blonde, straight hair, she has a very thin build and beautiful blue eyes her skin is beautifully tanned. She is madly in love with her boyfriend Joe, she is the grounded, logical one in the band. She is 23 years old
Francesca stands about 5'8" with corkscrew-curly black hair and blue eyes she is also thin she has a  fairly dark complexion. She is fun and flirtatious but if you piss her off she is a ball of fire she is also 23 years old. 
Calista is about 5'11" the tallest of the group, she has short, straight,brown hair and brown eyes she has tan skin. She is a sassy, silly and can drink anybody under the table, she is 24 years old.
Alisa is about 5'6", she has long, naturally blonde hair that she's dyed magenta, she has light brown eye and a fair complexion but she isn't pasty, she is 24 years old. She is sweet but sometimes quiet, but a real kick-ass drummer 
Paige is about 5'5" she has medium length curly red hair and emerald green eyes, she has pasty white skin with some freckles. She is bubbly and fiery she can jam on her keyboard or bake a cake, a very well-rounded individual
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