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[katiepetrov]

Katie sat, mindlessly typing at her laptop. It wasn’t even anything important. She was literally playing a typing game, she was that bored. She yawned as a shadow fell over the “Level Up” card her game displayed. 

“Hey,” she said, turning around and giving a small wave.

[groupieruby-blog]

“Let’s celebrate! How do you feel about tequila?” 

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

She was not trying to be stealthy she just liked to slink around and since the tour would be moving out soon, she figured she’d fill up on snack foods and drinks for the trip. She found some others from the tour and leaned around the shades to look at them, wondering who and where they were and from. 

“Hey,” she said nodding her head at one of them, “Good gig.”

[kyunbora]

Tonight was one of the few moments where Bora would tune everyone else out, anyone that was to disturb them would be met with disinterested remarks. Leaning against a wall, they began humming along to a song by Glass Animals.

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio was a little drunk, having helped herself to the bottle of tequila a fan had left for her one her previous tour with Sistine Chapel, and now she was making her way through the festival ground. She had a song in her head, an old song from her days in the garages with The Fourth Wall, and her arms swung and her head bobbed. She mouthed the words to her favorite song, air drumming and twirling until she bumped into someone and almost lost the glasses perched precariously on her nose. She looked up bleary eyed and blinked.

“It’s New Year’s Eve,” she said as if she needed an excuse to be tipsy.

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio sat on the stage before the first show, swinging her legs and enjoying the first of many fried foods of the day. Smothered in ketchup and vinegar, Rocio munched away at her fries until she noticed someone lingering just out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s rude to stalk people, man,” she said flatly as she continued eating, “And now I’m not sharing.”

[indianamad]

Indiana was sitting on the lawn, guitar in her lap, humming a tune that went along with the chords that she was playing. She was  in her happy place making music, she took a small break and laid on her stomach to write lyrics down when she looked up and noticed someone walking by, “Hi.” she said with a cutesy smile.

[katiepetrov]

The sky, it’s, um, pretty tonight, isn’t it? So many stars.