Jane had already began drifting to sleep as she heard a an extremely loud [b]thud[/b] outside of her door somewhere in the suite. “Shit,” she mumbled as she threw her legs over the bed, tip-toed to the door, and stuck her head out. “Jesus Christ.” She was only wearing the large LA tee shirt from that night and a pair of boy shorts, but based on the condition Rob seemed to be in, modesty didn’t seem like it should be deemed a top priority. After kneeling down and removing the hair from his face, she noticed the dried blood reaching from his top lip to his shirt. “What did you do, huh?” she asked rhetorically as she used the wall to help her stand up, and she dampened a wash rag before using it to remove the crimson hue. “We’re gonna stand up, yeah?” she asked as she held two hands for him to grasp. “There we go, come on,” she grunted until the man, much larger than her, was vertical. “Okay, we’re going to your room.” Jane positioned herself on his side and wrapped an arm around his torso, and the other free hand held his arm that wrapped around her shoulders. As soon as she titled, Rob’s body dropped into his bed onto his back, and Jane took a seat on the edge of his bed so that her leg ran along his torso. She tugged his shirt off over his head and pulled the covers up over him before she had the chance to eye him like she would’ve liked to. [i]”Come on, Jane. Go to your room.”[/i] “I, uh…” [i]”Don’t do it, idiot.”[/i] Jane crawled over him stealthily and laid next to him in the dark, but her body remained untouched by his. “I’m staying in here to make sure you don’t die.” That was, if not completely, 99% false. She hated sleeping in the big bed in her room by herself, and she had also been dying to be in Rob’s company once again since their day earlier. Although some of her thoughts remained on whether or not he and Mia had done anything that night, her main concern was to just be near him. “Good night, Rob,” she whispered as she turned her body away from him and got under the plush comforter. ----------------------------------------------------------- A spot of sun landed on Jane’s face from the window, causing her eyes to slowly open and become aware of her surroundings. A dark, strong arm wrapped around her torso and gripped her chest, and warmth radiated from the top of her back down to her feet. Rhythmic breathing blew against the hairs on the back of her neck which, after noticing, caused a chill down Jane’s spine. The weight of Rob’s legs intertwined with hers caused a feeling of being both physically and mentally being locked in bed with him, something that Jane didn’t want break free of. A mixture of regret from the night before and sadness for having to leave this position caused a sigh to escape her, and she worked to slowly removed Rob’s arm off of her without waking him yet. The clock on the end table showed it was 6:56 AM which gave him another hour of sleep. Jane closed the door quietly and couldn’t help but yawn and stretch as soon as she was out of the room. Thankfully, she wasn’t [i]too[/i] hungover; she was, however, itching with questions about what the night out with Mia had turned into for the guys after she had left. After a cigarette on the patio and a cup of coffee, Jane got dressed in a patterned shirt from the men’s section of a skate shop, unbuttoned to the middle of where her cleavage [i]would[/i] be, displaying an old, triangle-shaped tattoo that sat between her breasts. She paired the shirt with light denim shorts and her black. Messy hair was once again carelessly thrown up in a knot, and her favorite round-framed sunglasses covered her eyes. She scurried around the apartment to gather her belongings, puffing on a joint, until she was ready to go. “Rob,” she called into the room. “Time to wake up, Rob. We gotta leave in 30.” ----------------------------------------------------------- The building they arrived at was tall and stark, and it looked as if it would tip over onto the ground at any moment. The view from the street gave Jane a shiver, but she looked to her band and flashed a toothy grin as she swung open the front doors and approached the woman at the receptionist desk. “Hi. We have an appointment with John from WRMS.” The woman nodded and shifted her position to point to the elevator. “Yes, you’re going up to floor 23, and it’s Suite 3000. Go to the right when you get up there.” “Thank you,” Jane smiled behind the sunglasses. The office was nice, and not even a minute passed before they were greeted by the man who seemed too enthusiastic at this time of morning. “So nice to have you guys,” he waved his hands as he welcomed them. “You’re on in fifteen.” ----------------------------------------------------------- [b]John[/b]: Hey everyone, this is John from WRMS. I’m here with Jane, Austin, Sam and Rob from In Bloom. If you haven’t heard of them yet, please do me a favor and crawl out from the rock you’ve been living under. They have been blowing up in all corners of the country since setting off on tour only almost two weeks ago. Alright, guys. I’m gonna start off with Jane here, and make my rounds okay? So, you guys are from Long Beach, California, correct? [b]Jane:[/b] Yes, we are. [b]John:[/b] What’s it like to be in New York? [b]Jane:[/b] Well, it’s definitely different. A lot more people, a much faster pace than what we’re used to, I think. But, it’s cool. We’re grateful for the opportunity to travel and visit. Plus, the crowds have been crazy. [b]John:[/b] Yes, I’m sure it’s much different. So, you guys are playing your final show tonight at Ground Control. Since you’ve started your tour a week and a half ago, your popularity has skyrocketed. What’s that feel like to have this surge of fans you never had before? [b]Jane:[/b] Insane! I remember the first night that we started having people approaching us. It was very surreal. Still is. I still don’t really recognize what’s happening right away still when someone approaches me. We’re not complaining or anything, we just didn’t expect to gain such traction so fast. [b]John:[/b] I bet! I don’t think any of us expected it. Not that you guys don’t deserve it. [b]Jane:[/b] Thank you. [b]John:[/b] Now, I’ve got to address some rumors I’ve been hearing about you, Jane. People seem to be referring to you as ‘wild,’ a ‘partier,’ and ‘out of control.’ I mean, I’m looking at you right now, no bra, no make-up, and you have sunglasses on inside. You also have that sexy, raspy voice girls all wish they had, yet you talk like all of my guy friends. [b]Jane:[/b] Ha. [b]John:[/b] So what is your response to what we are hearing about you? [b]Jane:[/b] I mean, I like to have a good time, man. Just like anyone. I feel like when you’re a female, people tend to condemn your actions more than if you’re a male. It’s not fair, and I’m not gonna play that game. I like to do what I want, and I’m not gonna restrain myself or wear stuff I don’t like so that people don’t talk about me negatively. [b]John:[/b] Well put, well put. I have to say I like your stage presence. It’s fun. [b]Jane:[/b] Thank you. [b]John:[/b] How would you describe the sound of the new single compared to your previous work? [b]Jane:[/b] Hmmm. Well, I guess our old sound could be described as more technical, heavier. I think this new song slowly merged us into a more eclectic sound, something more diverse. I’d say I’m a person who loves to experiment, so sticking to one sound eternally really bores me. The four us listen to such a vast range of artists, I think we’ll try to pour more of those influences into our music. Plus, if I get compared to Haley Williams one more time, I’ll shoot myself. But, I think Rob is more qualified to touch on that subject a bit more than me. He has put a lot of heart and passion into what In Bloom is all about.