Neveah yawns & stretches and rolls out of her bunk.  She looks around and sees that they have finally arrived in Chicago.  "It's about fucking time" she whines as she lights up a cigarette and heads to the bathroom for her morning fix and a shower.  She closes the door and pulls her stash out of her pocket.  Cutting a perfect line on the counter, she snorts her white magic, rubbing the remnants against her gums.  She closes her eyes, enjoying the burn and the high that is beginning to set in.  She undresses and climbs into the shower.<br/><br/>As she begins to shampoo her hair, she starts singing loudly "I can't get no, satisfaction.  I can't get no, satisfaction.  And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try...I can't get no!   No! No! No!  Hey! Hey! Hey!  That's what I say!".  This continues through the rest of her now shower.  She thinks to herself<em>Self, this is going to be a kick ass gig.  I really hope that Chicago isn't a repeat of the last gig.  I really don't like the thought of anyone getting hurt.</em>.  Truth of the matter is, Neveah really has a good heart, to some extent.  She is spoiled, can be whiny and obnoxious, but overall, she just wants everyone to have a good time and enjoy the ride.  She had waited her whole life to be a part of the rock 'n roll scene, and here she was now, living the dream.<br/><br/>After finishing her shower, she gets dressed and walks out of the bathroom, lights another cigarette and proceeds to get off the bus to the fans screaming on top of their lungs.  This was the moment she lived for.  She looks over at Boston and smiles, throws her fist in the air and screams "Are you ready for some rock 'n roll?"  to the crowd and the noise becomes deafening.  She signs a few autographs before making her way inside the arena for practice.  She looks over at Boston and asks, "Does it get any bloody better than this?"