Their first tour...It was already hard to imagine it, but for it to actually exist? Beyond anything any of the members could ever dream of and why not? How many young teenagers lounging around in their respected groups had had the very same dream and it actually happen? How many poured their heart and souls into the very music they believed in and have it heard and swept up in a flurry of excitement that matched even their own? The countless hours slaving over lyrical poems that spoke such depth that rattled the very fabric of oppressed youth, the anthem of notes and strings coming to live to sing out their sorrows, their frustrations as the outcasts they were in their right; surely so many had tried to stake their claim before them and yet here they were.<br/><br/>They had finally made it.<br/><br/>It had started so long ago as the group had been nothing but the hopeless dreamers any teenager and young adult had been in their conquest to make it big, to have their voices heard in the only way they knew how. Friends banding together over their love of music and rebellion, gatherings that went well beyond sunrise as the teens wailed their woes into the blistering sound of music that was their true calling. It was friendship that had brought the odd strangers together in union to see their dream come to life, becoming more of an family than even their blood could ever claim as for the time it suited the bizarre gang.Each member brought something to the table as they worked towards their goal to become the famous band they all knew they could be, but now that it actually happened it was still hard to accept it as reality even now.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen on the tour bus, currently traveling on the road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Herself apparently<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Belly Tank top, shorts and knee socks<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Bored out of her mind<br/><br/><br/>(http://i57.tinypic.com/19m22p.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Come on! You guys are being so lazy!We should be celebrating, doing something, anything come on!~"<br/><br/>It wasn't uncommon to hear the delicate yet high voice of an certain female, one that often made herself known in spastic and grating ways from time to time though never in an small enclosed area like the tin can of their tour bus. Sure it wasn't the best looking bus out there, but it had enough for the band to make due with given their first touring to date. It was furnished with an small kitchen and bathroom, not to mention an rather cozy nook that held an circular couch the members could lounge on for those late night sessions of binge drinking that was to come as well as practice. Towards the back were many lined bunks with small curtains for privacy, the sleeping quarters provided held twin mattresses and pillows for the band to enjoy as overall it wasn't all too bad.Who could complain when they were currently speeding away from the one pony town they had come from, the very city that either sank poor souls who could never escape or broke them in both mind and spirit.<br/><br/>Humming lightly beneath her breath the petite woman bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, unable to keep herself from the abundance of energy she currently felt; and how could she? They were on tour!The warm light of the mid day sun spilled through the dirty windows of the small kitchenette, highlighting the odd hue of the teal mane of the female as she danced around trying to drum up some excitement. Then again Zoey McAdams had always been like that, not to mention the obvious substance abuse that was pure caffeine didn't help matters either.There was hardly an moment where the lithe woman didn't have an steaming cup of coffee or energy drink in her hand, the mixed fragrance of dark espressos and spent cigarettes her odd scent though she didn't mind it. Lifting her small form to perch herself on top of the smooth counter top, Zoey stretched her slender form with a groaning sigh, the odd fashion only matching the strange demeanor the woman often portrayed. Dressed in an cut up and tattered tank top, the taut flesh of her belly button gleamed like soft cream, the dark denim of her shorts clinging to the swell of her hips as she gave her legs a few random kicks in the air with a sigh.The electric burn of her lime green knee socks was hard to miss really, matching the off color hue of her long hair that fell in wavy ringlets around her head to shower across the small of her back as she moved. Uncharacteristically however she had dropped her sunglasses from her current fashion, though the dark stain of an beanie did lay on top of her small head to take it's place really as light hazel eyes flickered around absently to her surroundings.<br/><br/>"Guys.....I'm bored...."Zoey began to whine lightly, turning onto her stomach to literally lay on the counter now, the bounce of her slim legs arching to point her sock covered feet towards her head as she propped her chin within her palms. Did they seriously expect her to entertain herself? Hell no. That wasn't how Zoey did things, and if something didn't happen soon then there would be an revolt in the beginning.Maybe she could dye her hair another color, as it wasn't uncommon to find the petite girl in the washroom painting her silky mane like an damn rainbow. Purple sounded nice...though so did pink...oh the choices...