Characters:Jina=Cadee(pure *the meaning deals with the story*)
Heather=Willow
Ashley=Star
Allie=herself *Paul is the only guy in a band to know her real name*
Cadee's head pounded as if a ton of bricks had fallen on her head. She woke up in another hotel room with another member of a punk\rock band. She looked down at the floor at the empty beer cans that lay there on the pukey colored carpet. She looked over at Derik from SUM41 laying next to her. His blonde hair looked like a bird's nest. Cadee slowly pulled the peach colored sheets off of her naked sore body. She grabbed her clothes and walked to the bathroom. Grabbing onto the white sink she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hazel eyes looked warn out an tired, her long dark brown hair was a mess and her face was pale. Cadee looked over at the glass door on the shower and opened it up. When she was finnished she dried herself off with a white towel and grabbed her bag and proceded out of the hotel room. On her way out the door in the hotel lobby of the Trump Hotel in New York City she ran into a familiar guy.
"Joel!",her voice sounded suprised.
"You forgot I was coming in?",he questined. It was Joel from one of the biggest rock bands out there Good Charlotte. Cadee had known Joel since the start of their career during their first album when she first started to sleep around with him.
"Of course not",her face filled with fear.
"You did didn't you?", anger built up inside of him.
"Joel why do you care so much, I'm a groupie remember?",Cadee looked into his big brown eyes.
"Because I care about you!".
"Joel you dont even f*cking know my real name",Cadee rolled her eyes and walked out the hotel lobby.
"Yeah well you dont even know anything about me or my f*cked up past!",he yelled back as some guests turned their heads to look. Joel grabbed his bags and found his way towards his room where all of his buddies were.