[i]So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand, then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it could never harm me.[/i]

As the music blasted from her ear buds, Ana shifted her weight back and forth between her two feet, her eyes closed tight as she took a puff from her joint. She wasn't nervous one bit, just slowly trying to get herself into the groove of being back on Earth for a moment. It was a miracle in the first place that their manager had booked this gig, let alone been the headliner. Ana stopped moving as her dark eyes opened, adjusting to the surroundings again. [i]"Alright. Alright." [/i] she spoke out loud, to no one in particular as she began moving her drum set onto the stage, joint hanging out out the side of her soft pink lips.

Many a time her band mates offered to give her a hand with moving her equipment, but she always declined. If you chose the instrument, it made sense that you had to be the one to take care of it. She wouldn't dream of touching anyone's instrument unless she wanted to lose a hand, so she found pride in moving the pieces all by herself. She took the joint from her lips after putting down the various cymbals, and giving a satisfying cough. She made a mental note to toss the thing when she went back outside to her drumsticks that she had abandoned on the seat she had slept in on the way over.

Tossing the bud on the ground she crushed it into pavement with the toe of her flip flop. Sliding the van door open she crawled in and snatched up her drumsticks, and returned back to the building.