Who: Laurasia Moon and Kirley McCormack Where: A concert venue When: Friday afternoon, after Prides practice. Why: Stolen jackets and BFFs. Warnings: None Rating: G
Bomba finished practice, took a shower, dried her hair, dressed, and threw on Kirley's jacket. Practices were the spine of her life, aside from Quidditch, she made no plans. Life was better that way. She apparated to the stage door of the concert hall where they were practicing, and smiled at the guard as she smoked a cigarette, leaning against the wall. When she had finished, she pushed away, gave him a smile, and slipped inside.
One of the best parts of being a rock star brat was that all they key grips and venue owners generally knew her. So it wasn't hard for her to circumvent backstages. In fact, it as easy as breathing. Old playhouses and dress up rooms in childhood, familiar to her as the back of her hand.
She moved onto the stage from the wings quietly, slipping in the middle of the ensembled band,holding a finger up in front of her mouth for silence as they played...and then jumped on Duke's back, singing into the microphone, singing. "You're hands are shaking, baby/You ain't been sleeping lately/There's something out there, and it don't seem very friendly does it?"