Thread: Rising Star (Candira and Flux)

It was just another practice session, but there was a mounting rush of anticipation for Tahlia. She felt it every time they got ready for a performance. Of course, they still had about half a week before they stormed the stage, but that didn't mean she couldn't be nervous or excited, or some strange combination of both that made her antsy and restless. It seemed no matter what, her mind would wander back to the idea that they would be performing soon. That the crowds would either be cheering their brains out or booing them off the stage by the end of the night. Of course, she hoped the cheering would be the way the evening went, but she was honest enough with herself to admit there was always a chance that the crowd wouldn't like their sound. She shrugged and wished she had a cigarette for the umpteenth time that day. There were days she was immensely happy that she'd decided to quit, but today wasn't one of them. She was turning into a ball of energy, and at this point, she wasn't terribly pleased with it. The keyboardist sighed and ran her fingers gracefully through her tawny chin-length hair. Her golden brown eyes sparked with frustration as she ran her hands over the keys during their warm up to make sure everything was a-okay, and her fingers were fine. She reminded herself that though she'd be back in an environment where people smoke and drank, this time she would be on the stage, not being felt up in the crowd. Just because she had a killer body didn't mean that she wanted people to explore it at every chance. Just a few people...and most of them were in her band. Tahlia had an impressive figure--large, full breasts with tantalizing hips and great legs--but she was still fairly short. In fact, she was only about 5'2'' and it irked her to no end that pretty much everyone in the band was taller than her. Still, she was a good height, and because she was short, she got to wear all kinds of sexy shoes--boots, stilettos, platforms, you name it. Since she was so short, she'd taken to dying the tips of her golden hair different colors. This month it was blood red. All of this served to make men want a go at her in bed...but she had her eyes on the male portion of her band...and occasionally, the odd fantasy about their singer, Sophie. Sophie was beautiful in her own right. She was a taller woman, about 5'8 or so without heels, and her legs and ass were fantastic. She was the kind of woman who didn't need to watch what she ate or exercise much to look fabulous, but the singer stayed in shape for her lung capacity. She was a natural redhead, and kept her hair at a length that was just below her shoulder blades. Sophie had a fabulous creamy, rosy coloring to her, even if she couldn't tan at all. Her eyes were a greyish sort of blue and she had a killer wrack, though Tahlia could give her a run for her money. At the moment, she was doing vocal warm ups, which were super annoying to everyone, including the singer in question. Sophie went by Phee when she was on stage because it seemed edgier, but honestly, she didn't much care in real life. They could call her what they wanted as long as she got to stay with them, singing and performing. Of course, she had another job that was downright boring, but that was just to pay the bills. This was to fulfill her needs as a person. Still as she looked around she shared Tahlia's desire for the other members of the band. She kept it in check as she warmed up, wondering if the rest of them were just as hot for her and Tahlia. Today both girls were looking good, Sophie in a short denim skirt and a white blouse that showed off impressive cleavage, and Tahlia in a pair of jeans that hugged all the right places and a black tank top. Maybe the guys weren't into it, though. Who knew? Oh well. Time to get on with it and practice.