Author's note: Before I begin the next Story I've got up my sleeve, I'd like to say that: A). Hopefully, I shall be updating every two weeks on Saturdays, if not, Something Good/Horrible happened and I failed to notify you guys. B). This is rated PG-13 for Language, Themes and Crude humor! Now that's out the way, I'd like to start my new Story! Enjoy~ Prolouge~ They called us names we cried over day and night. ******s. Chumps. Turds. Worst band of all time. But, our supporters, they helped us out all the time. Weither it be defended from the football team, Fashion don'ts and Alli herself, they wouldn't stop until the fighting stopped itself. I remember how this all started, right there in Lauryn's Bookstore on a rainy day in the middle of April. It was a day I would never forget. Surronded by your best friends, the same people who would go on to be your tour mates. The same people who didn't give a damn over what others said. They were going to change the way we lived, all for me. And even though they did, I wish I could've changed it. That way, we wouldn't have gone through so much pain. ~ Her white heels clacked noisily across the tile floor as she clutched my hand. Nervous, her blue orbs make their way to mine, and we share a small smile. It's nice to have your best friend of ten years so close to you when you feel like getting sick. "Sophia, we're up next." She says, her head motioning to the stage a mere two feet away. I nod, sighing with all the breath I have left in me. "I know. I just wish I wasn't as nervous, Jynx. I feel like vomiting." She shakes her head, pulling something out from her pocket. "Then I know what'll make you feel better." She sings, reminding me of why we were here in the first place. Grateful, I pluck the brown square out of her hand and plop it into my mouth. Analia's chocolate never ceases to help me with my sickness. One bite, and I instantly feel relaxed, at ease. The crowd suddenly becomes defeaning, and I chuckle. "Just think. That crowd is full of people who hated us just last month." "I know right? This is gonna be fun, I can just tell. Just relax, and it'll be over 'fore you know it." Jynx whispers, just as the bouncer directs our Bandmates up. "You can do it, you two." "Break a leg. Not literally, but still." "Alli's goin' down girls. And you know it as well as we do." Tears block my vision, and I wipe them away with the hand that isn't holding Jynx's. I knew they were just trying to calm my nerves, but at the same time, they really meant it with all their hearts. "Don't worry! We're kicking some Alli and the Sparks ass even if we lose!" Jynx shot back, a confident smile on her face. I grinned, feeling someone's hand on my back. "It's time, Sophia. Good luck." A soft voice muttered, her hands gently pushing us up to the stage. "Wait!" I whipped around, watching helplessly as my mom walked off, my little sister behind her, trying to turn and wave back to me. "Mom! Monique!" Hold on. I know you've got questions like, Who the heck are you? Who's Alli? Why is Jynx talking like that? What is going on? Well, I'm going to answer them. So, why don't you sit down and get comfortable, Cause my story is long. And it ain't too happy either.