"It was [i]fine[/i]" Lucy made a half smile sarcastically. It was amazing at how horrible people's manners became after they drank, not that she was anything promising looking when wasted. . Lucy held on to her guitar case, putting one hand on her hip, leaning most of her weight on her right leg. She watched as Parker and Søren unloaded the drums. "I'll be inside the studio. ." she spoke, glancing at Matt. She took her hand from her hip and started walking inside the studio.

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Practice went as amazing as usual. Lucy could feel the vibrations of Parker's drumming, thumping through her veins. The adrenaline rush of playing so closely with [i]the guys[/I], who to be honest were more than just guys, they were band mates -- which meant more than just friends. She wouldn't ruin the band for romantic love. . No, that would be plain stupid. Everyone knew it. . 

Her fingers artistically touched the strings of her guitar, feeling the raw callouses on her fingers cutting from how hard she was playing. The feeling was amazing. The colors of music coursing through the air and tones of raw depth and magic were screaming through the studio. Lucy was in-love, in-love with The Harbingers. All the days' waste at Frankenstein's was suddenly worth the rush. For these moments, Lucy could finally think straight. . .

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Lucy thanked God, for once, that she didn't have work on the nights that they had band practice. This of course, hurt some of her monetary means, but she was generally a frugal lady. In example, she didn't put blush on before leaving. . Yeah, she saved money where she could. 

"I haven't eaten all day," Lucy grimly noted out loud, "Let's get food." She put her hand on her stomach making a sheepish smile. She was already thin and honestly, did not need to get thinner. Her figure was thin enough to pass for an anorexic or heroin addict. It could be worrysome. . But it was not, at least to Lucy.

She climbed into Jill. For a brief moment, Parker and her were alone in the car. She tried not to feel gushy. It sickened her over how she could keep falling for the same guy over and over in iridescent situations. He already made his statement and reasoning clear, and the band needed them at their best. . The Harbingers deserved their best, and nothing less.

Lucy leaned her head back, feeling the van chair rub against her pink hair. A small sigh escaped from her lips. She didn't care whether Parker saw or not. Practice had been amazing, but suddenly, a mood swing was telling her to feel uncomfortable. Parker seemed off. . off in his own world. Her sigh finished escaping. She stared at the ceiling of the van waiting for everyone to reply.