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</div><br/>"Thank you Santa Barbara!" Cathlyn Monray left the stage with a thunderous applause behind her. Cathlyn had a simple outfit on, she was wearing some tight fitting jeans and a acdc t-shirt that exposed her belly and she was walking on some brown heeled boots. She walked down the stairs towards the backstage area and while see was walking some people walked with her undoing her guitar strap and taking away her guitar. A bottle of water was held in front of her, she took it, took two big gulps and then gave it back. She was so used to all this that she didn't even thank all these people around her working to tend to her needs. Usually she wouldn't even notice, but for some reason when she was walking towards the lounge room backstage she realized she was being a pampered bitch. A security guard opened to door for her, "Thank you." No response. She sat down on the couch a bit distraught. Maybe she had toured for so long that she was just too tired to think about the pleasantries or she really was becoming a narcissistic hollywood celebrity. You know, those she used to hate?<br/><br/>Being as close to an existential crisis as one could get her band mates barged into the room and fell on the couch next to her and cracked open drinks. It was like they brought a party with them, the room was immediately filled with noise. It was just 6 men that had entered but it sounded like 20. They were talking about the show of course, which went great. But also about fans standing in line to maybe get into the lounge room and meet the band. Well It was mostly Cathlyn who was at the center of attention. But not many guys wait in line to meet their favorite female rockstar, guess it's a macho thing. Lucky for the guys though, more potential of a cute woman who would spend the night. Of course Cathlyn was attracted just to women, not in the eyes of the media though, so she didn't complain either. Cathlyn could get pretty wild from time to time, admittedly she had slept with a fan or two. But compared to the guys that was nothing. Guess she was a rockstar but still a woman and she was an angel when it come to the sleeping habits of the guys. She was not in the mood for partying tonight though. She looked around her, she wasn't in the mood for any of this.<br/><br/>"Fuck it!" She said out loud, stood up and stormed off. The room was a bit surprised by the sudden outburst but nobody was concerned enough the follow the rockstar. With big strides Cathlyn walked over to her dressing room and stepped inside. Of course she wasn't alone here either, her hairdresser slash make up artist slash the woman who picked out her outfits... It was Joan she was the adviser on all things girly basically. Cathlyn let out a sigh and walked over to the couch that stood in her private room. "Not to be rude but could you get out?" She asked Joan in a grumpy voice. "Sure" Joan responded calmly "Let me just grab my last stuff and I'll be out of your hair." It was silent for a while and then Joan asked, "Anything wrong dear?" Joan was a 42 year old divorced woman. She had two kids who were already in college so she was free to travel around with the band. Joan was also Cathlyn's mother figure being almost twice her age. "Nothing, just a bit fed up with all this crap. I wish I could just get out for a second.", "So, get out for a second." Joan said as she sat herself down in a chair. "Yeah like I wouldn't get swarmed the moment I stepped out of this stadium." "Why don't you go out disguised?" Cathlyn got a little bit excited by the idea. "Like going undercover?Wearing a raincoat and a hat?" She said with big eyes. "Sure lots of famous people go undercover, but don't do the raincoat thing that will scream I'm hiding something. Just put some different clothes on and wear some sunglasses." And so it was that 10 minutes later Cathlyn stood in front of Joan in black pumps, a black pencil skirt, white dress shirt, a navy blue blazer and of course the sun glasses. She looked more like a business woman than a rockstar. "So?" Cathlyn asked her new found teacher in disguises. "Let's put a wig on and why don't you walk out with me to be sure." She said. "I'm going to get busted, won't I?" Cathlyn asked "No, No, well maybe." Cathlyn got fitted with a auburn wig that Joan had lying around, it looked pretty realistic to be fair but it itched like hell.<br/><br/>Cathlyn and Joan were walking arm in arm out of the staff exit of the Stadium. It turned out the disguise worked great even some of the staff members that were around all tour couldn't recognize her as she passed. Walking outside the pair passed a bunch of fans that were still hanging around after the show. After passing a decent group Cathlyn whispered excitedly, "We're doing it!". After seperating themselves properly from the stadium, standing in a parking lot they stopped walking. Cathlyn stood around a bit nervously, "So ummm, what do we do now?" "We?" ,Joan responded," Oh no, I'm not going to babysit a rockstar run amock. I've worked all day, I'm going to my hotel and get some rest." Cathlyn nodded, still a bit nervous. "Ok fair enough." Joan started walking back towards the stadium. "Wait you're going back?", "Of course, I'm travelling in the shuttle with the rest." "Right. Oh and thank you, Joan" Cathlyn added. After Checking if her wig was allright for the last time two went different directions. Cathlyn was nervous, well more excited. It felt like she was rediscovering the world.<br/>She hailed a cab. when the cabbie asked where to go she just told him to go down the road for two miles turn the corner and drive down the road for another few miles. She didn't know Santa Barbara, and she didn't care where she would end up. After a few minutes in the cab, she got dropped in a random place in the city. She was standing right in front of a small diner Good first stop to test her disguise, besides she could use a bite to eat she was starving. Cathlyn entered the diner and took a seat at the bar.