"I just wanna feel attractive today..."
So you've both been getting ready for the last hour. It's your weekend routine. You wouldn't have it any other way. Phone calls consistently every 15 minutes is adding time significantly to the getting ready process.
"Doors at six" you say for the 4th time this hour. Doors at six, you'll be there by 5:30, you’re not ones to wait. "How do I look?" you turn and say. "Almost as hot as me," she replies. You've got a way of pretending you're not insanely jealous of one another.
"Best friends means you pull the trigger"
"What's going on after the show?" Drop a few names, let's see if you get an invite tonight. Are you really as important as you think you are? You question yourself but you'll never say it to her.
Checklist: flyers, and camera, and small clothes, and fake smiles and expensive phones.
Roll up with a local band blaring, nerves racing, smile at each other, because you know you're finally home. Two weeks feels like an eternity sometimes. Step inside and say hello to your friends and all the boys, it's okay they know you here.
"Exposing imperfections. To the public eye we're perfect"
There's no place like home. This is CHARM CITY and you've made your mark...