"Hey Ann, how are things going?"
Ann looked up at one of her closest friends. John Holcumb stood leaning against the van watching her.
"Great Johnny. So how was the trip?" she asked. Before he had a chance to speak her other friends spoke up.
"Long."
"Boring."
"Annoying as heck."
"Annoying?" Ann asked looking at her bandmates.
"Yeah." Rachel replied, shaking her head. "Robbie and Steph argued almost the entire way."
"Drove her nuts." Johnny said with a smirk, speaking at last.
"Shut it." Rach replied giving him a death glare.
"Well, they were acting like a couple of two-year-olds. It's a miracle that she didn't take them over her knee." Johnny explained while Ann pulled out her guitar from the instruments.
"Sounds like you had a boatload of fun." Ann replied with a smile.
"No, It was boring as spending time with my great-grandmother."
"Robbie, your great-grandmother is dead."
"I know that Stephanie, I'm not an idiot."
"Could have fooled me."
"Why you." Robbie began walking towards Stephanie, who turned and began running.
Ann watched them run as she tuned her guitar. Robert 'Robbie' McWhitter was their bass player, and a great big teddy bear. He was half scottish, half english, but he looked exactly as someone would picture a scottish laird of the 18th century. At 27 he was the oldest in their small group. He had long, wavy blonde hair that reached just past his shoulders, which he usually wore with a leather tie. And he had forest green eyes that sparkled when he laughed. He was 6'2" and weighed 245 pounds, all of which was solid muscle. Anyone who saw him usually ran the other way.
Stephanie 'Steph' Armstrong was 25, and played the keyboard. She was part Cherokee, and of the group she was the one who always got herself in trouble with her mouth. She never knew when to keep it shut. She was 5'8" tall, with one of those perfect hourglass figures that every women wanted. She had violet eyes from her mother's side, and jet-black hair from her father's. Other than her eyes, she looked mostly Cherokee. She wore her waist length hair down with a braid on each side that were decorated with a few beads and a feather on one.
Rachel 'Rach' Olsen was 24, and played the drums. She was 5'5 1/2" with brunette hair cut into a bob and large sea-green eyes. A lot of people often described her as a pixie, with her heart shaped face, and small features. In the group she was the one with the temper. Almost anything could set her off in small temper fits. But if one of them was threatened, then her full temper came out. When she was that angry, you better run for your life. Other than that, she was a sweetheart.
Johnny Holcumb was 26 years old, 6' tall, and 165 pounds, once again all muscle. Although he wasn't as big as Robbie, who was built like Jason Scott except Robbie was broader in his shoulders. Instead Johnny was built a bit like Tommy Oliver. Johnny had midnight black hair, that shown with a blue tint in certain lights. He had blue-gray eyes that looked mostly a silver gray but looked blue when you really looked at them. He played lead guitar, and helped write most of the songs.
"Ann, are you alright?"
She looked up at Johnny slowly. "Why do you ask?"
"You're playing that song again." He replied softly, sitting down next to her.
"Oh, just being here you know."
He smiled as he looked at her. She was the most perfect woman he had ever met. Then again he was prejudice. She had blonde hair that was so blonde it looked white. But her eyes were his favorite of her features. They were a shade of brown, almost like melted chocolate. Then again he loved everything about her, since he was in love with her.
"Johnny, come back luv."
He looked down to see her smiling at him. "What did I miss?" he asked softly, seeing the hidden laughter in her eyes.
"I was asking where the others were."
"Rach went to save Steph from Robbie."
"More likely she went to get her boyfriend away from Steph." She replied with a grin.
"Probably." He said with a smirk.
"Well, we should probably go to the hotel and get settled."
"Alright, I'll go get the others."
"I'll go let Ernie know that we'll be back later."
"See you in a few dear heart." He said as he stood up, then helped her stand.
"Thank you luv." She replied as she turned to go back inside.