``early-morning-hours ** ;;

[JazZorra]

Moseying around the venue campus, Jazica wasn't all that thrilled yet. It was still really early in the morning, since the sun was just starting to make it's appearance across the horizon still. She was always awake before the rest of her band, although she never knew why. She could fall asleep later than all of them, but still be awake before them all as well. So, she decided to tour the campus, which was a typical thing for her to do.

Eventually that got all boring and junk, so Jazz made her way to the Starbucks that wasn't too far from the venue. She had made the decision that she was going to make the trip on foot since the band had made the really long journey from Boston to Vegas this past week. She wasn't to thrilled about long bus rides from home to the first venue, but there was nothing that she could do about that, except maybe complain to the boys.

Grabbing the handle of the glass "pull open" door of Starbucks, Jazz walked inside, surprised to see that there was a line already. She was sort of hoping that people wouldn't recognize her yet, because she was still semi-half-asleep. After she had her daily dose of caffeine, then it was the more the merrier.

[``twigg eleanor rivera]

Twigg was not a morning person. It was a fact she, nor anyone on the tour could do anything about, no matter how much they would love to. The chances were if you encountered the fiery pink head at such a disgusting hour in the morning as this you would have you head bitten off, if you were as unfortunate to be a flunkie at the bottom of the food chain ,sent to deal with her in this mood, you risked having your entire day ruined by her harsh words and snipping insults. It wasn't that she was a downright nasty girl, she just shouldn't be woken from her beauty sleep until the sun was well on its way to the top of the sky and the shadows had been banished from the world around her.

There were only three reason your would find the lead vocalist of while she sleeps up at this godforsaken hour; she had never been to sleep, her manager had demanded it of her with many threats and promised repercussions or someone had forced her from her bed. It was the latter that had caused the unfortunate occurrence today, just as she had been having an amazing dream about some unnamed - but very attractive - guy, she had heard a loud crash that had ripped her from her blissful slumber and the good mood that was setting in for the afternoon ahead. Some people might think she was over reacting, but she thought far from this. Once she had been awoken, there was no going back, her mind seemed unwilling or unable to shut back down and succumb to sleep once again, when she was up, she was up, and whoever was lucky to meet her would have a bone to pick with the fool that had cause the commotion that brought her here.

After dropping off the last step of the tour bus she turned swiftly and slammed the door with an almighty crash that was sure to wake up everyone and everything within 30 metres of the tour bus. That may or may not include some of the other buses near by, she neither knew, nor cared at this point, if she had to be up, they had to to, and she would love nothing more than to inflict her foul mood upon some of the people on this tour. Already after 1 day people were beginning to get on her nerves, no doubt it was working the other way around too. Surveying the enclosed parking lot that had been their home for the night she thought of her plan of action, her lips pursed and her face clearly less than thrilled at the way the low lying sun dazzled her if she turned in its direction. Making a move she headed towards the gates that were half open in the corner, either security was extremely lax or someone else was out and about. The crazy fool. Crossing the street outside she pushed her hands into the large pockets of the oversized grey hoody she'd grabbed from the foot of her band mates bead. In her tight black drainpipes that clung to her legs like an extra layer of skin and tight white vest she hadn't been wrapped up enough for the brisk morning desert air. No doubt it would be sweltering by dinner time but for now she was chilly.

It didn't occur to her to make herself look glamorous, if any reporter was out this early then they deserve the sought after image of Twigg Rivera looking less than perfect. As her eyes picked out the sign for a Starbucks ahead she quickened her pace, pumps slapping on the sidewalk below her as she made quick progress, closing the distance between her and the best energy kick she could get without breaking the law. Reaching out she tugged open the glass door and stepped in. Her face falling slightly at the queue as she tried to comprehend why so many people were up so early. Resigning herself to queue she stopped behind a dark head that seemed familiar to her, no doubt this was who had left the gate open, but from here she couldn't recognise her, probably just a tech girl.

[JazZorra]

Entering the caffeine addicts favorite place, Jazz stood in line, waiting for her turn to tell the poor cashier what she wanted to quench her thirst and caffeine kick this morning. She heard the people in front of her whispering and looking back at her, but she wasn't really in the mood to care about them all yet this morning. All she was interested in at this hour, was the mocha frappachino with whip cream, chocolate drizzle, and chocolate sprinkles that was calling her name as if from the heavens. And you could trust her at this point, that that was all that she needed right now.

Once it was her turn to order, Jazz told the cashier what she wanted and told her down to the last small detail about how she didn't want the bright red straw in the cup, she wanted it handed to her instead. She didn't like it when people touched her straws before she drank from them, because she didn't like the idea of having germs on it that she would further put into her mouth. For all she knew, they could have blew their nose in their hand and just wiped their hand on their jeans and Jazz wouldn't have any of that on her watch. Therefore, she would keep it simple just by avoiding the whole situation altogether.

Smiling uncontrollably wide when she was handed her frappachino, she thanked the cashier and went to a nearby table and sat down to drink her orgasm in a cup. She knew that her band-mates would be asleep for awhile, so she didn't even bother going back to the bus just yet. Besides, she thought about giving the fans that were obviously whispering about her moments before the chance to come up to her and ask her for an autograph like she knew that they wanted to. Removing the red straw from the clear plastic wrapping that encased it, Jazz put it into the plastic cup and took her first sip. She closed her eyes and drifted herself more into the moment. She missed Starbucks for awhile there, since the bus driver decided to go through Hickville, USA on their way to Vegas. That meant that there was a major shortage of Starbucks and pretty much civilization in those cities and states and it honestly drove Jazz nuts. She loved being around people all the time. That was another reason why she fancied being in the music industry so much.

After sipping a few more sips of the frappachino sitting before her on the dark green colored table, Jazz reached in the into the pocket of the hoodie she was wearing. It wasn't hers, it was one of the guys. She wasn't sure as to whom the real owner of it was, but she was most positive that she was it's new one. She liked this hoodie and couldn't figure out why she didn't have one of her own. It was nice and soft inside and it kept her warm as she walked from the tour bus to Starbucks while the air was still a wee bit chilly.

Just as she had predicted, the few people that were standing in line ahead of her before, came over to her and asked for autographs and pictures. She didn't mind signing anything or being in a few pictures at this point, since she had a little caffeine in her system now. She stood up after signing a tee shirt, a truckers hat with her bands name on it, and an iPod, then huddled with the group of males and females for a picture. Then it came time for individual pics with the fans. After about four, Jazz was getting kind of tired of smiling, so she was starting to get antsy. It wasn't that she hated pictures, but after about four, she got tired of it a little. That was usually when she pulled in a band mate and then slipped out of the photo range.

[``twigg eleanor rivera]

The queue was taking slightly longer than she expected and she was hard done by to choose who to direct her anger at, was it the stupid people up, at this stupid hour of the morning, ordering stupid coffee, to keep them awake for their stupid jobs that funded their stupid little lives? Or was it the unnecessarily slow people behind the counter who seemed to think that each cup of coffee needed an equal amount of loving attention to make it brew properly and thus do its magical job for the over paying customers. Maybe this was their excuse for charging the earth? Not that the price bothered Twigg, even without the band she was a spoilt little girl with a trust fund of a wealthy upper east side lawyer behind her.

As the woman in front of her was served, Twigg was about to turn to look at her face but decided she'd rather get her drink than satisfy her curiosity, she'd just keep an eye out for the unnamed girl once she was back at the buses, the girl was probably just doing the coffee run so she'd no doubt be hanging around when the pink haired girl returned to the bus. Reaching the counter she didn't bother with the customary smile that the worker probably expected her to give her. Ordering her black coffee, she waited slightly impatiently for it to arrive, watching each step of the process and silently - for once - criticizing every move. Damn if she met herself on a day like this, she'd give herself a good slap, not that it would stop her, she'd just probably get herself into a massive fist fight... with herself? Stepping up towards the collection part she leant on it idly, now she had time to examine all the other surely clinically insane people who had gotten up this early.

To her right a crowd was starting to form, at first she had thought it to be some kind of group of kids but as she glanced over it she saw they all seemed to be bustling around, cameras flashing, pens out, anything that could be signed being thrust at the girl with the dark hair in front of her. Twigg groaned inwardly as one of the outside group glanced in her direction before looking back, eyes widening as they grabbed the friend next to them. It was too early to deal with screaming fans, she was hardly hospitable half the time as it was, she loved the fame and the fans and everything but she hated when they threw themselves at her, most of the time heavily sweating from the gig. Well at least these all had to be nice and showered... right? As a voice sounded behind her she jumped slightly, turning to see the attendant passing her her coffee. "Oh, Thanks," she mumbled as she took the hot polystyrene cup from her.

Turning again she tried to keep to keep her head down the hoody almost hiding her, but it was no use, the crowd that had once surrounded the dark haired girl was now heading towards her, seeming to chant her name which was slightly creepy in her opinion. Though it was too hot, Twigg took a large mouthful off her coffee, half to try and wake her up quickly, half for an excuse to get out of here, they couldn't keep her there with her throat half burning right? Spluttering slightly, she managed a small smile to those who reached her, shaking their stuff at her. Looking back up again she noticed the dark haired girl and finally recognised her. She was a member of the tour not a crew member, they weren't friends, but that wasn't a surprise, a part from Lexi, Twigg had few female friends, they just didn't seem to like her...