June 26th
I feel like all I ever do is write about how tired I am. Coming to CA, getting sunburnt, and now I just spent all day at Bash auditions. I'm so wiped out, but if I don't write now, I never will. How many entries have I had this week? Four? Mary Anne is writing in her journal constantly.
So I really like Vanish. I hope they get in. If the people who decide what bands get in just want music that they play on pop radio, they have more than enough choices. How many U4ME wannabe bands were there?
I just asked that to Claudia and she said twenty zillion.
Claudia and went along with Amalia and the band to the audition. We tried to get Mary Anne to come with us, but she said it wasn't her thing. Then she muttered something about Sunny, but I don't know what's going on with the two of them. They've been going out together a lot. I guess they've become friends, which is cool.
Sunny is the one of Dawn's friends that I've spent the least amount of time with since we've been out here. If she's not out with some weird guy, she's out with Mary Anne. That night at Ducky's was the only amount of time we spent together. I don't know why I really thought about it.
Getting ready to go to the auditions (Just the auditions, not the Bash itself for crying out loud) was a crazy ordeal. I don't know what to think of all of this.
"Kristy, you're not wearing that, are you?"
I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. "What? Did you expect me to wear something else?"
Claud was wearing black pants, and a silky blue tank top. You could see her bra straps showing. (Was I wearing a bra? Of course not.) She wore big silver hoop earrings and three silver chains around her neck, all different lengths. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. So was mine. I don't see what the problem was.
She sighed, exasperated. She went and dug some clothes out of her suitcases. She came back, thrusting clothes at me. "Just put this on."
"It's not uncomfortable, is it?" I asked.
"No. Get dressed."
I wrinkled my nose at the ribbed black and red striped tank top I was wearing, along with jeans with very deliberate rips in them. Why rip your jeans when, if you wear them enough, they'll get holes in them anyway? I just got over sunburn, was Claud expecting me to deal with it again? I grabbed my sunscreen.
Claud looked at me approvingly.
Stacey walked into the room. She stared at me. "Kristy, I don't know if you want to hear this, but..."
"I know, I look weird. Claudia, can I please wear my own clothes?"
"No, it's not that," Stacey assured me. "It's just that... Kristy, when were you thinking of buying a bra?"
"When I had a reason to?"
Stacey and Claudia exchanged a look. Stacey smiled. "You're getting a reason to."
"What?" I looked down. "It's just the shirt!"
"No, it's all those baggy t-shirts you wear. That's why I never noticed," Stace continued. "All it took was for you to wear something remotely clingy. You're getting boobs."
"No, I'm not!" I protested. However, I knew that Stacey was right. I'd been sort of denying it for a while. But I didn't know when I should be so concerned that I should get a bra. I know I should have talked it over with Mom, but we left before I had a chance.
"I'm going to talk to Carol before I leave," Stacey said. "And tomorrow we're going shopping."
I started to protest, but Claud cut me off.
"Where are you going?"
"Oh, out with Ducky and Dawn. He's trying to convince Sunny to come with us, but she's dragging Mary Anne to some party, I think."
Interesting.
A car horn beeped outside. "That's Rico," Claud said, grabbing my arm. Outside was a white work van, followed by a blue car.
Rico poked his head out the driver's side of the car. "You girls ready to support the band?"
Claudia ran over to the car and slid in the front seat next to him. They kissed, and I took an interest in the sky.
"Come on, Kristy!" Amalia said from the passenger seat of the van. "You can ride in here with Bruce and me. Patti and Maggie can deal with the smoochers."
I climbed into the van, and Amalia slid into the middle of the bench seat, letting me sit on the end.
I looked into the back of the van, and there were speakers and the drum set and guitar cases. "Is that everything?"
"Pretty much," Amalia said.
"We don't actually need the amps, but Amalia thought it was better safe than sorry. Now we just have the issue of finding Justin when we get there," Bruce said. "He insisted on driving his own car. He's been acting so weird ever since he came out. Like it's a huge deal or something."
"I don't know," Amalia said. "Haven't we been supportive?"
"We have. Maggie hasn't," Bruce said.
"What?" I said. "I was there, they seemed fine."
"Oh they seem fine," he continued, "and Maggie seems fine, but she's not. She thinks that Justin's being bi is her fault. Like he wouldn't have even considered guys if she had been better."
"Why, thank you Dr. Freud," Amalia said. "Did she tell you that?"
"No. Hasn't she talked about it with you?"
"Not at all. She hasn't even brought up the subject of Justin in ages."
Bruce shrugged. "You can see it on her face. You can see it when she looks at him."
"Have you talked to him about it?" Amalia asked.
"Naw. I don't see any real reason to. It's not like he's any different. I don't know what brought it on, but he's not acting like he's, you know, interested in a guy. Not that it would matter, you know. If he was."
Do you know how hard it was to keep my mouth closed about what Ducky had to say about Justin? Keeping my mouth closed isn't exactly my strong point.
Amalia looked at her watch. "Bruuuuuuuuuce, are we going to get there on time?"
"We're early. We're going to get there half an hour early."
We got there on time. We found Justin (or, more like it, Justin found us), and Amalia found out when they were auditioning, which was going to be in two hours. So there was lots of sitting around and meeting other bands.
List of the bands I met: Vanity Unleashed, Rubber Coated Pill, Modern Day Romeo, Lime, Squishy Fish, Raquel and the Moans, and Hipper.
Bands have the weirdest names. However, these were the cool bands that Bruce and Patti knew members of. There were a bunch of pop groups that sang to pre-recorded music and did dances and looked stupid. They also all appeared to be eight years old. Amalia said they were more like twelve and thirteen, but the group of stage moms on the side begged to differ.
Bruce said that they try to get a varied group of music at the Bash, and that one of the pop groups were sure to be in, but the rock bands had just as much of a chance.
I need a computer like Claud brought.
June 27th
I went shopping with Stacey and Carol today for a bra. I called Mom about it, and she said it was great, and she started crying about how her girl was growing up. I reminded her that she had Karen who would want a bra in about two months. She laughed at me.
So Stace and I went out with Carol to the mall for one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life. We went to the lingerie department of a department store and met the clerk, Derby, who was really nice, until she pulled out a TAPE MEASURE.
She measured me in various places until she deemed me a 30 A.
"Is that bad?" I asked.
"You're still growing. Some girl grow up until their mid-twenties, and then with pregnancies and the like, breasts are always changing."
Greeeeeat.
So I came back with a plain white sports bra (my choice). Stacey tried to convince me to get a black lacy bra, until I asked her who would see it. She said something about how it was the pleasure of knowing you're wearing something pretty.
"Then what am I going to do with it?" I asked.
She was quiet on the pretty bra subject after that.
Back to yesterday, though.
We waited and waited, and ate food from nearby fast food restaurants, and then finally, it was Vanish's turn to go up.
Claud and I held hands as Amalia pep-talked the band. Then she came over to where we were (just off the back of the stage. Amalia had put us on the list), and was silent while Vanish played.
I thought they were pretty good. Maggie was in tune (for as much as I know about music), they didn't seem to screw up at anytime. When they were done, Maggie did nothing but beat herself up over it. Amalia and I tried to convince her that she was great. Claudia was busy talking to Rico (which is getting ridiculous, if you ask me).
"We won't know until Monday if we're in," Amalia said on the way back. "They'll be calling me, so I'm not going anywhere Monday. I ever asked off work."
I looked at my shoulder. "Do I look sunburnt to you?"
"A little," she replied.
I tilted my head back. "Crap."
Now, I'm going to pretend to sleep before Dawn and Stacey try to get me to go to the beach with Sunny. I heard them talking about it while I was writing this. I'm not going out in the sun again. I don't know where the sunburn thing is coming from, but it sucks.