[center][color=f26522][h3]Kate (Cassandra) D. Beckham[/h3][/color][/center] Brushing hair, painting fingernails, lipstick, flossing the piece of broccoli from between your teeth, heading downstairs into the basement where band mates waited, blue eye contacts, matching long black wigs and outfits. Grabbing her electric guitar, turning on her several studio quality cameras, and getting in front of two girls with the same same attire, behind a drum-set and a microphone. The green screen and recording equipment were already set up, Beginning to shred notes, drumming and cymbals clashing, singing, making her house tremble like an earthquake. Her mother casually sitting in the kitchen, reading the comic panels on the newspaper lying on the table, watching the coffee shaking in her cup, slightly sighing. Digital timer counting down, the smell of chocolate coming from the oven... [center]* * *[/center] Her two friends finally exhausted all their adrenaline, one helped clean up everything and the other retrieved the beverages from the mini fridge. Slumped on large beanbag chairs, sipping from their lemon flavored water bottles, both playing the Digi-Protocal app on their cellphones. Looking at her focused on her computer editing the video non-stop for the past 10 minutes, while simultaneously tuning her other guitar, opening a full 1 liter bottle of diet-mountain sun and chugging over half of it down within a minute. [color=fff79a]“That’s so unhealthy for you.”[/color] Her blonde ponytail friend uttered opening a bag of potato chips, taking a handful and stuffing it in her mouth. Her robin’s egg blue short hair friend, rolled her eyes. The three girls noticed the mother suddenly coming down the stairs with a large plastic container filled with chocolate chip cookies. [color=f49ac2]“I’m heading to work soon, I made cookies for pediatrics. It’s diabetic and gluten friendly. You ladies are free to have one and Cassandra I need you to come here.”[/color] [color=f26522]“I’m Kate, mom.”[/color] Cassandra said. Stopping everything she was doing, going over and grabbing a cookie. [color=f49ac2]“Oh? how peculiar, you’d think I’d remember my daughter’s name.”[/color] She teased back. Her blue haired friend enthusiastically getting up, grabbing one and taking a bite. While they all started following the mother up the stairs and through the hallways and up even more stairs. [color=6ecff6]“Thanks Ms.Beckham.” [/color] [color=fff79a]“Chocolate makes you fat. And gives you gout.”[/color] Her blonde friend commented refusing to take one, waving her hand. [color=6ecff6]“Can I take hers then?”[/color] Her other friend interjected. Heading towards Cassandra’s bedroom. [color=f49ac2]“You clearly have enough time to put on a rock concert downstairs, I think you should have enough time to clean your room.”[/color] The mother said. [color=f26522]“Realistically speaking, my productivity still needs to be focused in the sound engineering of our music video. Track 2 is still way too loud and flat, plus I finished my entire science project last night-”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Since, you forgot it was due...”[/color] Her blue hair friend interrupted getting shushed. Her mother gave her the ‘get to the point look’, [color=f26522]“I mean come on-how bad could it be?”[/color] Cassandra began. The girls all stopped in front of her doorway, the mother swung her door open causing her two friends to recoil in terror, nearly shrieking. The mother had smiled, patting her daughter’s shoulder, leaving outside to get into her car. [color=6ecff6]“It looks like a herd of wildebeests through a bar mitzvah, after a tornado ripped your bedroom asunder after a-” [/color] [color=f26522]“Thanks, Erin. I get it.”[/color] Cassandra stated. Suddenly, a huge blast of strong orange scent assaulted their noses, the air grew thicker, making them start to cough. Her blonde friend holding a mini air freshener can, putting it back into her purse. [color=6ecff6]“Dammit, Izzy. I can taste it now and do you seriously carry that stuff with you?”[/color] Erin coughed out. [color=fff79a]“Well-I do when I come over he-Ow!”[/color] Izzy replied. Cassandra tightly pinching Izzy’s arm and stepping inside her room. [color=f26522]“Just wait for me downstairs, if you guys aren’t going to help.”[/color] Cassandra retorted starting to pick up piles of dirty clothes. They all stuck their tongues out at each other, having a quick laugh before both left her to clean. While making her bed, her orange mobile phone with a black case, started buzzing and beeping wildly. She grabbed it from her nightstand. Watching weird messages continuously displayed on her screen. Surrounded by darkness, feeling a sense of floating through space, slipping from consciousness, drifting into another world… [center]* * *[/center] The little dragon digimon was one of the last ones to arrive, seeing humans for the very first time. Their scent was quite strange and off putting. He blinked trying to hide the sparkle in his eyes. He cautiously approached, the child that he had relentless dreams about, clearing his throat. [color=82ca9d][i]“The dragon’s code dictates I must hold myself in high regard and address this tamer, how I would any other.”[/i][/color] Dracomon thought with a self assuring nod, promptly kicking Akira’s leg, grinning. [color=82ca9d]“That should do the trick!”[/color]