Memoirs of "Being With the Band"

Those were the days, when everything that was juicy and fun had to be filled with drama. I was one of those girls who thought they could live in New York easy peasy. Phf, I learned that it was far from it. I was fresh out of college and already got a job with a well known magazine called Revolver and occasionaly AP. The brilliant editor in cheif for AP, Johnathan Summers (I prefer to call him Johhny Boy), suggested that I should stay a whole summer tour with a up and coming band called LooksKill. LooksKill has had been one of those lucky bands that had their popularity fly through the roof when they joined myspace.

They've had the internet buzzing around them and Johnny Boy wanted me to give the people what they wanted, a whole tour diary about being with the band, what the bands like and such before any other magazines could get ahold of them.

"Course Johnny my Boy, I'll do the job." I grinned happily.

That's when it all started. When I decided to take the job and fly off to europe to London where LooksKill would have their first show of their world tour.

:After Flight:

I looked at the hotel wearily and turned back to the cab to pay my fare. The cab driver nodded and popped his trunk open to get my one large suitcase. I nodded thank you and made my way into the nice looking hotel. I rolled my junk over to the front desk and tried to give a cheerful smile but it was hard to think about being cheerful when I looked like a mess and I knew I was going to meet the band.

"Um I'm Janie Peterson, I think they reserved a room for me?" I said hopefully nothing got screwed up.

"Oh yes Ms. Peterson, your room is 223 on the 5th floor. Here is your keys." The lady said with a smile that looked stretched out and plastered on. "Enjoy your stay." I swear I heard what sounded like rubber stretching when she tried to smile even more.

"Thank you." I said sympathetically. I would certainly be bored of being a front lobby lady at some hotel. I love being a journalists, a writer, a photographer, or whatever I may be. As long as it had to connect to music.

When I entered the crowded elevator and somehow squeezed my luggage in there too, the elevator seemed to take forever to get to the 5th floor. I felt like I was in a game of tetris as peoplet kept leaving and then more coming in. I always had to change positiions to fit. When 5 finally came I almost dashed out...well I did but I ran into someone.