It was yet another hot day in Orlando, Florida. Nothing ever changed here. I moved here to get a degree in music, get a change of scenery, some excitement; all I got was an empty apartment and classes filled with obnoxious men who think rock and roll is no place for a woman. My name is Roxy. No, this isn't my real name, but it's what most people call me due to the uncanny resemblance to Roxanne from 'A Goofy Movie'. I attended Full Sail University for Music Business in hopes to become a tour manager. I managed to land a job as a bartender at the local music venue after much persuasion and copious hours of training. I can't even begin to tell you how many glasses were broken during my first few weeks of work. I was never anything special, I was average looking with my wavy copper hair that fell just past my shoulders and dark chocolate eyes. I used to be pale, almost transparent, but since I moved to Florida my skin had taken on a lovely warm honey color that brought out the few freckles I had adorning my nose and shoulders. I was never much good at anything, either. No great talents, no money, fame, or even luck for that matter. Just another girl from a little nowhere town.