"Take a deep breath girl, you'll do fine!" A sandy blonde talked to her friend behind the curtain, as the other band members tuned their instruments. The other girl took a breath.

"I know I'll be fine, I mean, we're only opening right?"

"Yeah girl, you'll do great. You sing awesomely."

"Is that even a word?"

"Does it have to be?"

"Nope." The singer smiled, the blonde mirroring her.

"Let's rock."

"Wait, who are we opening for?"

"Dunno. Forgot to ask." Both girls giggled, and headed to find their other friends and band members.

*

"Dude I can't my sticks!"

"Alex they're right here."

"Oh, thanks dude."

"Hey Christa, ready for your first concert?" Thomas leaned against an amplifier.

"Yeah, totally!"

"Okay guys, the opener is going on now."

"Who are they?"

"Umm...I'm not sure."

"It was a last minute thing okay?" Cooper admitted when everyone stared at him.

"Hey guys, come on, they're gonna play!" Christa was at the curtain, watching the two singers and the other band members. "Hey, isn't that-"

"Christa we can't touch the curtain." Nat pulled her away gently.

"Okay but-"

"Nat's right Christa. The stage people will complain or something. No touching the curtain." She gave up. 'I mean, so what if the girl had the same color hair as-Well never mind. I have to focus.' She thought as she tuned her instrument.

"And let's give a big thank you to the girls for coming up here. And they want me to introduce their new guitar bassist, and singer-"

"Oh my god!" David yelped. "Guys, come over here!" 'Oh, so he gets to touch the curtain, but I don't.' Christa scoffed. As they circled David, he pointed out to the stage, trying to whisper.

"Isn't that-"

"Rosalina! Now let's give a round of applause for another opening act-" The announcer went off stage, heading toward their direction, followed by the band. They could see a girl with wavy brown hair, streaks dyed neon pink, talking to another one of the girls. She looked nervous, but when the sandy blonde patted her back, she half smiled.

"Th-That's Rosalina's half smile." Nat stood there, shocked.

"So what did she do? Ditch the band for another one?" Thomas scoffed, but he too, was shocked that their ex-bassist had found another band.

"Girl you did great! I told you you'd fit in. So what if your old band kicked you out? We got you now!"

"I-They didn't kick me out. I quit." The brown haired girl stammered.

"And you found us Rosalina. It was fate." The bands were close enough to hear each other's conversations, but that didn't stop the girls.

"Thanks Cati. That means a lot." The boys and Christa watched Rosalina's every move, trying to figure out what was different. They found a lot. She was wearing a tube top, and glittery lip gloss. She had streaks of her hair dyed, and was wearing flats with a mini skirt. A short mini skirt.

"R-Rosalina?" She jumped, hearing her name. She was about to answer, but decided the best of it. turning away, she put her instrument away and picked it up, ready to leave.

"You guys should get aquatinted with each other." The stage announcer was looking over notes as he walked into the room. "After all, you are going on tour together."

"WHAT?!" Rosalina spun around, her voice the only one that screeched semi-loudly. "Cati, you never said that we'd have to go on a tou-"

"I didn't know Rose, I guess I wasn't paying attention. But you can't bail. We'll get you perfectly prepared for the tour." Cati smiled brightly. Alex and Thomas snickered at Rosalina being called Rose. It just wasn't her.

"That's not what I'm talking about Cati." Rosalina hissed quietly. She sighed as the sandy blonde figured it out.

"Oh! You mean-I mean they-And you-" She pointed at Nat and the others, and at Rosalina.

"Yes Cati. They're my old band." As Rosalina turned to the door again, she opened it.

"Don't you want to get to know each-"

"I think I know everyone well enough Jake. Did you not just hear us? Old band. New band. The only one I don't know is her." Rosalina pointed toward Christa. "And how long is this tour?"

"Uh, one or two months."

"I'm sure that will be a good amount of time to get to know each other." Rosalina slammed the door shut as both of "her bands" stared after her. The act on stage ended, and it was the boys' turn. They picked up their instruments, walked out, and though they played like they always did, their minds were somewhere else.

Okay, I know its been a while since I updated, but I've been very busy, and also working on other stories. But here it is, two chapters in a row. :) Thanks for reading and reviewing, it means a lot!