Tansy was walking from the ice cream shop, double scoop ice cream cone in hand as she hopped back onto her board again. Taking continuous licks of the ice cream like a little kid as she made her way towards her house. Finally reaching the gated community, punching in the code and allowing the gates to open. No one in her lame ass rich gated community like her. They all thought of her as a hoodlum, riding her long board, her grungy style, mixed with her tattoo and piercing apparently she just screamed I’m going to break into your house and spray paint every sign I see. she let out a small giggle at the thought of the complaints her parents had gotten in the past.
She kicked up her long board at the edge of her drive way carrying it the rest of the way. Inside she was greeted by her three very large great danes she spent a few minutes with them petting and kissing them as a way of telling them goodbye. Her phone vibrated again taking her attention away from the over grown dogs.
"Exciting eh? Getting ready to go on tour finally. We're going to the toppermost of the poppermost, I know it! Are you ready yet?"
She smiled seeing a message from one of her close friends. She was convinced they became close due to being the only two girl in the band, they always had each other’s backs when the boys decided to pick on them or tease them.
My love, I’ve been ready since last weekend, I’m dying to get out of this house. This tour is going to be life changing!
She sent back, she was a lot like Skylar in the sense that she hated text lingo. She’d much rather take her time spelling everything out, in her mind it seemed more personal to type See you later then C U L8tr. she shoved her phone into her pocket once again and ran up the stairs towards her room followed by the three dogs as they thundered behind like a heard of horses.
She meant it when she said everything had been packed since last weekend, she had managed to fit all of her clothes, shoes, and accessories into one large suite case and her make-up, toiletries, and shoes in another smaller backpack. She had one case that fit all of her Synthesizer excitement, the bag honestly looked like a maze of wires, knobs, and lights, but she knew exactly how everything worked. She’d even been asked on occasion how the hell she knew how any of that shit worked. Last but not least there was her keyboard . Which by now I’m sure you could guess it was yellow, her favorite color. The very front of the Key board read Lady Lux-Machines For Kids. After two trips back and forth she finally found herself sitting in the drive way waiting on Milo, her beats still around her neck now blaring an upbeat Swedish House Mafia song. She had gotten use to her ordinary life, but it was time for a change and she just hand an overwhelming feeling that this trip was going to change their life. When she had told her parents, they simply said be careful and that was it. Her parents didn’t care much about her or what she was doing for that matter.