<strong>Update</strong><br/><br/><strong>Music:</strong>Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svTuSRiFPoc#)<br/><br/>(http://www.kokogiak.com/thatboxinthecorner/cmh_1_lg.jpg)<br/><br/>With everyone on board the large bus, the fires from the Stage began to engulf the back stage. Screams of panic and chaos echoed through out the arena. Within twenty minutes the bus was on the highway, bound north for Chicago. As Maggie gazed back towards the fire engulfed arena her phone rang. The caller ID read: Johnny Gomez. He was the Manager of the arena that now was burning to cinders. Maggie could imagine that this phone call would not go so well.<br/><br/>The stereo of the bus blared Beastie Boys as the bus hummed alive, topped with fuel and road bound to Chicago. The highway was dark, littered only with a few cars. The soft glow of yellow lights bathing the unknown in front of John. The sweet aroma of Boss' weed billowed out from behind the curtain of his bunk.<br/><br/><strong>Note:</strong>I will assume everyone is on the bus, and is free to mix and mingle. Mostly alcoholic beverages fill the fridge and a few bongs litter the common area. There is a shower in the back, big enough for two and a small table that has rolling papers on it, as well as a bag of weed. For entertainment there is a xbox and a massive stereo system that surrounds the common area. The lighting as of now is dim, adding to a smokey like atmosphere.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Aurora Draven</strong><br/><br/>She had finished half of the bottle of Vodka by the time the bus began to move. The concert had been success and apparently huge according to the all the chaos that now left in their wake. She shook her head slowly, hearing the blaring music. She was feeling quite buzzed as she popped a few Oxy's into her mouth and swallowed.<br/><br/>Physical pain was something she was use to. It was the internal ones that she hated. She had written 4 new songs for the new album that they would record after the tour was over. However, now she was at a loss. It was becoming hard to write. She didn't feel inspired and she seemed more jaded to herself as the months went on.<br/><br/>She slipped her shirt off, wearing a black lace bra. Her arms were covered in tattoo'd sleeves and her skin was glistening with sweat. She began unbuttoning her pants revealing her pink panties when she stopped and sighed. She looked in the mirror opposite of where the large bed was, her eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. She wasn't sure what had her pissed. Maybe it was Davis. He had walked off stage abruptly and rarely showed up for rehearsal. Or maybe it was Boss. Him and her had been close, and fucked frequently. She didn't consider her and him a couple, but something nagged in her head.<br/><br/>Aurora frowned, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling as she made her way to the door and opened it. She didn't bother to put on a shirt or zip her pants up as she leaned against the doorway and watched everyone from back of the bus. Her cigarette dangled between her full lips, the cherry glowing brightly. She exhaled the smoke, letting it add to Boss'.<br/><br/>