BEGGING: New York

Groaning softly, Skittles stared out the window of the car. "Come on, Modoka, don't give me that crap." her cousin muttered, and slid down the music on the radio. She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. "Just drop it, dude." she muttered for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her foot tapped lightly with the music, though it was a bit too quiet for her own tastes.
"Why are we going this way, anyways? Why New York?"

Skittles rolled her eyes, and rested her chin on her palm. "Because that's where we are supposed to go, okay?" she said softly, her voice cool, a bit low(Think Amy Lee). Her cousin glanced at her through his over grown, shaggy brown hair. "You could have driven there yourself..." he said rudely. She bristled lightly, crossing one thin leg over the other. "Alright, whatever."

Silence fell through the car, as they approached the airport. Her cousin kept glancing over at her, but didn't speak. Skittles didn't bother. They pulled the small convertible through the check point. The singer gave a slow, light yawn, exposing her pierced tongue for a moment. She leaned forward, and rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window. She closed her brown eyes, and allowed her mind to wander, forming another story with her words. She tapped one hand against her thigh, a matching beat easily coming to her mind.

Her cousin sighed as they pulled into a parking spot. He looked over at her. "Do I have to stay for your little reunion with your little band?" he muttered cruelly. Skittles was already sliding out of the door, a small backpack strap grasped firmly in one pale hand. "Go to hell for all I care." she snapped back, and slammed the door. She began to walk around, ready to open the trunk, and get out her other bags. "HEY!" the man yelled, pushing his way out of the car. He fell back, having forgotten to remove his seat belt.

"You can leave now." she said with a cold smile. She pushed open the trunk, and took out the larger bag. She stumbled back a few steps, almost losing her grip on the bag itself. She cursed, a bit loudly, and pushed the bag up with one hand, holding on to the black, fishnet bag in her left hand tightly. She groaned a bit, her bag hitting the ground as she avoided it. "Oh, COME ON!" she whined, and shouldered the backpack. "I mean, really?"

Amber glanced around the airport, looking for the other members of her band, Mysterious Shadows. She jogged across the sea of NCY tourists and grabbed her bag out of the conveyer belt and looked around once again but still there was no sign of Blaine or Tessa. She looked at her watch. 10:30 a.m. The bands were supposed to meet up at the airport Cafe at noon so she wasnt worried. But she was still a little bit lonely from the long planeride she had just taken. She dashed across the airport until she was outside. She heard that some of the other band members were going to drive all the way to New York.

She wandered around and finally about fifteen minutes later, she spotted a girl with radiant colored hair. It was awesome. She walked slowley over to where the girl appeared to be in a fight with a man. Who was he? To young to be her dad. Maybe a brother, boyfriend or cousin. As she walked closer she saw a piece of the fancy paper with perfect writing on it and knew it was the exact same letter she had gotten in the mail.

"She must be from the other band.." Amber thought aloud, though nobody could hear her. She was about ten feet away when she heard the girl yell
"Oh, COME ON!I mean, really?" She had dropped her bag. Amber considered just being rude and not helping her because she was "the competition" according to the record company and her band but she was too nice...

"Hi, I'm Amber from Mysterious Shadows...You look like you could use some help" She said quietly as she approached the girl and helped her pick up her bags. She stood there a little bit shyly and waited for a reply.

"Oh, I know how that is ." Amber smiled back at Modoka.
Amber was really excited to be meeting the singer of the other band she would be 'competing' with. She seemed pretty niceand her hair was awesome. People usually assumed Amber was immature and chatty back in high school. She helped Modoka get a bag out off the ground and pulled the handle up. Amber pulled the large suitcase behind her as they walked toward the entrance of the airport. Now she just had to wait for the other members of her band and they would get to meet this record guy "Johnny" and tour the world! She could barely hold her excitement in as she neared the door of the airport.