Neveah<br/><br/>Neveah gets into her car & follows the bus out of the parking lot.  This had become a typical routine for her.  She didn't work, didn't give a damn about anything other than following the band around.  None of this mattered, as her father gave her a monthly allowance, that Neveah really could never spend in one month.  She loved this about her life.  Neveah shifts her convertible Audi into high gear, sets cruise control, and turns the music up loud.  She lights another cigarette, thinking about tonights events.  The band played the best they had in a long time.  She could still faintly see the smoke billowing in the rear view mirror.<em>Now that was a good time.</em>She says to herself.<br/><br/>She had already booked a room in Chicago a month ago.  She had already contacted her dealer there and had him leave some good stuff in her room.  She was a bit disappointed that she would be partying alone, but this was something Neveah had grown quite accustomed too.  She was Neveah "No Strings Attached" Scott.  She had forced herself to become this person upon moving to New York.  She had been hurt many times by men who claimed to have loved her, just for them to toss her out like garbage.  She shut her heart down and had sex when she wanted, did her coke and pot when she wanted, drank when she wanted, and what the fuck ever she wanted, when she wanted.  The fact that she had no one to report too, no one asking "Where have you been?", or no responsibilities made for a good time having girl.  She knew that no one on that bus gave a damn whether she was at the next show or not.  She just didn't care.  All she knew was she had another front row seat, another backstage pass, and another shot at Boss.  Those were the only things that mattered to her.  Boss was her latest goal in rock stars to bed.  She hoped that Chicago would play out differently for her this time.