[right][img]https://i.imgur.com/iGYluhx.png[/img][/right][hr]Groggy, Charlotte rubbed her eyes as she looked around an unfamiliar room, her eyes looked down to an unfamiliar over sized band shirt, and the most frightening of them all- she looked to her left to a very unfamiliar face. The strange man let out a guttural snore, the drool stains covering his maroon colored pillowcase. A look of disgust swept across Lottie's face as she slipped quietly from the bed. Her petite body sneaking across the floor with ease as she gathered her belongings. She slipped on her bra, underwear, and a pair of light colored daisy dukes, next. The man in the bed began to wake, his voice surprisingly strong for waking from what seemed like a coma, [b]"Hey! That's my shirt."[/b] Charlotte's round hazel eyes opened in shock as she opened the door to the apartment, [color=f26e50][b]"Mine now!"[/b][/color] she called, as she ran out of the apartment as fast as her legs could carry her.

Wild.

Getting far enough from the building, Lottie looked around to find her location. She was born and raised in Griffith, so it didn't take long to find out where she was in the scheme of the small town. The one and only Mcdonalds was in view, the golden arches a beacon for the next move. As she walked across the street she checked her pockets for any money, recovering a crumbled blue TEN dollar bill a bright smile came across her face, [color=f26e50][b]"Bless you sweet Banjo Paterson."[/b][/color] she cooed, as she walked into the heavily air conditioned fast food place. A few minutes later she had a burger, fries, and drink in hand as she took a table away from the windows and chowed down her food.

While eating, Charlotte looked on her phone, a large crack down the front as she swiped away notifications and checked out text messages and missed calls from her grandmother and mother alike. Calling her home phone number she left a message on the answering machine, [color=f26e50][b]"It's Charlotte- sorry for not calling, slept over at uh...um...Lisa's! Going to go check out this possible gig today. Love you."[/b][/color] she hung up quickly, as she finished off her food. Afterwards, she cleaned up her table and walked out the door quickly as to not be found by the strange man, just in case he really was attached to the shirt she had stole.

The rehearsal studio wasn't too far, but it would be quite a trip with just legs as transportation.