Snippet #2034100

**Say**

Say Moore, the lead singer of the Bloody Red Roses an all girl punk band, stood in front of her mirror with a devious smile on her face. Their manager had given all the girls oriental dresses and Say had 'destroyed' hers, it was now a top that barely covered her breasts, its high necked part was open and folded down to reveal lots of cleavage, she wore a loose thigh length black silk skirt and fishnets and her bright red combat boots. The long side of her blond hair was loose except for a braided section right next to her face. She looked good, she looked punk. Says dark eyes were smokey and her lips red, she put a dark purple necklace and belly button piercing on and marched out of her hotel room, she was excited to see what he band mates had down to their dresses, known of them had been really happy with their outfits because they knew Miss.Lona had been trying to show respect to the metal and slightly oriental themed music of the TigerEyed Demons, the all boy band that the girls were forced to tour with because of a bet.

Even though she was upset to have to share the stage with the stinky, judgemental, loser, metal head boys' as she had been calling them for the past couple weeks Say was buzzing with nerves. She was a little scared that when she looked out onto the crowd that she wouldn't be able to see one fan cheering them on only millions of the boys fans booing them off the stage.Hearing someone approach she turned around to meet them with a forced smile, hopefully it was one of the girls if not she would feel uncomfortable.

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~~Fern~~

A loud screeching filled the hotel room and Fern Lion threw a large pillow at his annoying alarm clock, His lead singer and good friend Teriyaki bought it for him soon after they meet when he realized that Fern couldn't get up in the mornings, or evenings, to save his life. It was a little green frog shaped thing that always worked to wake him up. Groaning he remembered that he was playing tonight with the stupid annoying little fake punk girls who, in his mind, were only in the music business because they were hot. So so hot. He clenched his jaw and let out a frustrated sky. He took a quick shower careful not to get his dreads to wet pulled on his black jeans and his jewelry.

Fern refused to wear a shirt on stage and he walked out to see if he could find any of his band mates, his bare feet padding on the ground and his dark green drum sticks in his back pocket. The loose pants were tight were needed but hung low on his hips, he looked dangerous with his tattoos and fit body, but in reality he was probably to happy a lot of the time if he was with his band mates. Looking for one of the guys he spotted the lead singer of the band but ducked into a different hallway and kept looking hoping to find one of the guys.