<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Good morning, sunshine.”  Jazz added to the sleepy head comment, watching the bottle be placed on the table.  She listened as the conversation went on around her and then the television channels change.  Horror, which was a good thing, because who didn’t love a good horror movie.<br/><br/>     “I agree we should stay on the road, we really wouldn’t want to be late for a show.  I don’t think the fans would like that much.”  She knew she wouldn’t want to pay good money for a ticket and then of course the band show up late or not show at all.  It just wasn’t good etiquette not that she worried about that subject outside of the fans.<br/><br/>     Jazz, stood offering Aria, her seat as she went to the kitchenette and poured a glass of juice and came back pouring a little of the vodka into it.  She took a seat in the empty chair and propped her legs up on the couch end.  “I don’t know about you guys, but I am so ready for the first show.”<br/></span></strong></em>