[color=fff200][h1][center]Gwendolyn Dexter Barrett[/center] [/h1][/color]

[color=fff200][h1][center]Location: Gwen’s Apartment/ BandMate’s Garage.[/center] [/h1][/color]

Walking up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear, Gwen sat up on her bed reaching over towards the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. Lighting up one of the cancer sticks, hearing rustling on the bed behind her. “That was amazing last night, did you like what I did with my tongue?” A male’s voice could be heard behind her, she felt his arms wrapped around her shoulders. “[color=fff200]Yeah, it was fine.[/color]”  She gave him a curt response as she took a drag of her cigarette. “[color=fff200]Your gonna have to leave, I got people coming over soon and I don’t want them seeing you.[/color]” Taking another drag of her cigarette, blowing a couple of small clouds of smoke in the air. The man looked quite disappointed he couldn’t stay longer with Gwen, Never the less he soon got dressed and left her apartment.  When she heard the door close, she got out of bed and started to get dressed. Checking her answering machine to see if anyone left any messages. There were two messages, the first was from his paternal uncle a priest named Father Harold Callahan. Urging her to contact him so she could reconcile with her parents. “[color=fff200]Fat chance.[/color]” Sneering and deleting the message. The second one was from her acquaintance named Tony, wanting to meet in the evening to discuss an upcoming deal. Writing down the date and location of the meeting, Gwen deleted that message as well. After eating her breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon and coffee she headed towards the apartment parking lot. 

Getting into her Toyota AE86, driving towards her bandmate’s apartment while listening to her mixtape. (The song she is listening to while driving- [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrE_cDvcgJg [/url] ). Stopping in the driveway of her bandmate’s house, noticing the garage door was open with the other band members getting ready to practice. A man with a large blue mohawk walked over towards the driver’s side of her car, “Hi stranger,  sorry we ain’t planning on being Mormons. So you better try someone else.” This got a chuckle out of Gwen, getting out of her car and walking with the bird-haired man towards the garage. “[color=fff200]Very funny, you guys looked over the sheets I wrote yesterday[/color]?” taking out another cigarette from her pocket. Lighting it up while discussing the song they had practiced yesterday. After discussing how the song should sound, and what changes that needed to be made Gwen started singing the song. “Man I think we’re gonna kill it tomorrow.” The bassist said cheerfully.  The drummer was nodding his head, mentioning how much better they had gotten since last year. 

After the group had finished practicing, Gwen told the rest of the band that they would meet tonight to practice once again to make sure their set is perfect. Getting into her car and heading towards Shogun Sushi to meet with Tony. Driving pasted the Diamon Stadium, she fantasized about singing there with her band. Millions of people cheering for her, a dream she wanted to work for. But she had other business that was also quite important to her as well.