@rosaliekang || closed. location: a hotel in some city they’re touring in but will never truly experience
Despite the lavish digs, the general atmosphere of the hotel suite they’d all been stuffed into had been anything but fun.
Where the hell were they, anyways? Time seemed to move so fast when they were shuffled from place to place. Not knowing where she was gonna lay her head was part of the fun for Nova, who’d fully given in to just going wherever she was sent, guitar in tow.
Paulie had stormed off into the hallway for some reason or another (did she need one these days?), which was a major bummer, overall. So, pulling the little joint from her bra that she’d bought from a stagehand with long hair and a cute smile, Nova slinked off to the balcony.
“I think we did pretty well,” she said to Rosie through the screen door from her spot on a chaise.
“I looove whenever you hit the high notes,” she sighed. “It feels like flying. In your chest.”
“Have you guys ever left a hotel while on tour?”