Kydania

"Salut.", I great my record company manager.

"Huh?"

"It's the informal hello to a friend in French." I say proud that my studies for the bands sour are paying off, "I just called to tell you I am on my way for the tickets for the one way trip to Paris. "I am greeted with silence, "You did get them Donavan."

I hate when someone changes my plans.

"Well about that…"

"I don't want to hear it until I get there." I cut him off, "I'll be there in five."

I toss my phone down into the seat next to me. A million different reasons as to why the girls and I can't go on our band tour in France. Then in the back of my mind I think of how hard it is going to be to break the news to my band mates. They have been so excited about the six month voyage across France playing with other bands trying to become internationally famous. We all took French classes and wrote an entire French album for it.

Pulling up in front of a tall brick building with a sign that says International Records I step out of the car and storm in ready to kill our record company manager.

"You better have a good explanation." I say to Donavan who appears to have been waiting my arrival.

"Your tour has been canceled, but for good reason." Donavan places his pudgy fingers on his 'fluffinesses'.

I take a seat on a plush armchair, "Explain."

Lydia

"I have good news and bad news." Her voice tells me she's stressing out, "Put me on speaker phone so Megan and Tilly can hear me too."

I press the right button and our small apartment is filled with the noise of Kyda driving with her blue tooth.

"Can you hear me?" we all tell her we can, waiting for her to tell us the news, "We aren't going to Paris."

Tilly and Megan start shouting and making obscene demands and accusations using some profanities. I sit and wait patiently knowing my best friend would resume control as she always has.

"Guys," her voice is strained, "Guys! Shut the hell up!"

Tilly and Megan go still, "Please continue Kyda."

She sighs letting some of the tension escape from her voice, "Instead we are going on a better tour starting in Germany."

Complete silence fills the room as we adjust to the news. Germany is a country of many great bands and music; a place to start a good music career.

"You guys will need to pack for cold spring weather for the most part." Kydania's voice interrupts the silence, "Lydia will you just add some long sleeve shirts to my luggage?"

I mentally take note of where to find the shirts and a few other things I need to check on before we leave, "No problem babe."

"I'll be home in fifteen minute we need to catch our plane in an hour and a half."

Tilly Meagan and I say our goodbyes to Kydania and hurry to repack our things before we have to leave. The only thing keeping me sane is the fact that I am going on this tour with the three people in the world I call my best friends.

Kydania

"Will this be all for you ma'am?" the front counter girl of Barnes and Nobles asks me. She has on a beautiful teal blouse that drapes over her neatly with a black pencil skirt to give her shape a great compliment. She reminds me of Tilly when she dresses up; cute and proper. Everything I can never be.

"Yes and thank you," I read her name tag, "Alexis."

Taking the four English to German dictionary books and the two large How To Speak German For Dummies books in hand I pull my cap down and head to my black 2002 Subaru.

I know the thing is a piece of shit car but it is my piece of shit car and I love it. Climbing in I put in the key and turn the ignition. The feel of the car beneath me calms me. I only love one thing more than music; speed. Unfortunately my piece of shit car can't give me that to the extent I want but soon it won't matter. I still need to get driving permits for Germany and any other countries we may be going to now that we aren't going on a tour based in only France. I did have all these things set up, but Donavan us a better opportunity for a tour internationally. Our band, Optical Reality, is going to tour as their opening act for our start of the tour. Tokio Hotel is not only huge in Germany but internationally. I hate the idea of riding on someone's coat tails but the band needs a big break so we aren't just a band making white noise only a few can hear.

Finally I reach the rented apartment. Megan, Tilly, and Lydia are out front with all of our luggage and equipment we will need for the tour. My pour extremely small Subaru.

I roll down my window, "Let's get the show on the road."