what do you say we leave for california.?-open-

[hayley]

If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me?
If I leave town would you leave along with me?
We can fly away to outer space
We can find a way to leave this place

All was quite backstage for once. It was most likely because of the fact that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon and shows didn't begin for another five hours. This never occurred to the pig-tailed girl sitting back there right now with her bass, playing chords in preparation for the show that wouldn't happen until six hours later. She rarely looked up from her most prized possession, even when she heard the creaks and moans of the makeshift addition to the backstage area leaning in the wind. Sure, it wasn't the best weather out, so it wasn't entirely safe. But factors such as that had never bothered this young woman from playing. She sighed, scratched the back of her neck and started onto the second song that the band she was in, Intergalactic Orange Juice, would play in their set tonight.

Caity loved venturing off alone to the backstage area. Here she could get some peaceful practice time in without getting distracted by the tight corner and loud voices she'd have to endure if she came an hour before showtime to practice. So today was just like any other day, except that she was in another town in another outfit. Caity felt the same as she always did five or six hours before a show, cool and collected. At the point where it was an hour before the show, though, that's when the nerves started building, the butterflies started flying like crazy and Caity scratched the back of her next every ten seconds. Performing was like nothing else in the world. When you played live on such a huge tour, only fans came. No one hated you and everyone loved the set and what you did on stage. It was unlike that bars they used to played in, where they got mixed reviews and never a sense of happiness that someone fully liked your band and music and the way you did things. Now it was different.

So different, in fact, that Caity rarely thought about her past. Nothing could take her mind from these concerts. No negativity could shatter her confidence in what her band played. Caity was happy with the band. She smiled at the thought and realized she had stopped playing for a few minutes. Thoughts of a muffin made her stomach ache for one, but Caity knew that she had to finish the whole set for tonight before she ventured off to get a muffin or something. If only something could distract her from that rule, just until after she broke it and could come back and play, maybe. Hopefully.