The minute Jane stepped out of the van, she had one goal: to get a drink. She said her goodbyes to the band and set off into the field that was housing the festival in search for some sort of concession stand when her phone rang in her back pocket. Mia’s name was pulsating on the screen. Why would she be calling her already when they had just left New York that day? Jane: [b]What’s up, babe?[/b] Mia: [b]Google your name.[/b] Jane: [b]Huh?[/b] Mia: [b]Do it. Hurry.[/b] Jane: [b]Putting you on speaker.[/b] “J, a, n, e, M, o, l, l, o, y,” she read aloud as typed it. Jane: [b]What is this?[/b] Mia: [b]A story MusicOne did on you. Didn’t seem like something you’d be down for, so I wanted to make sure you knew.[/b] Jane: [b]I didn’t know. I’ll, uh, I’ll call you later, yeah?[/b] She hung up the phone and began reading over it. Two pictures ( [url=http://s8.favim.com/610/150824/alexis-goals-jay-love-Favim.com-3174239.jpg]x[/url] [url=http://40.media.tumblr.com/3b89b72dba66c55b891f6a9c7e304b5d/tumblr_nlxqjlVCPf1qlzcbho1_1280.jpg]x[/url] ) were pasted in between paragraphs, with a bold headline on top reading [b]Rock’s New Vixen[/b]. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath as she scrolled through the article written about her. It was just as she figured. It barely focused on the music or her talent at all and, instead, peered into her personal life. It talked about her hobbies: longboarding, surfing, being a “beach bum.” Nothing alarming. But as the article continued, it dove deeper. Phrases like “rumored bisexual,” “party girl,” and “wild child” littered the page. Quotes from close sources giving their opinions on her lifestyle. “Great,” she groaned sarcastically as she stuffed her phone in her bag and made her way over to the the stand selling drinks. “Rum and coke. Double please,” she asked the bartender as she dug through her bag to pull out a crumpled wad of cash. She handed him the money and downed the drink just as quickly, and then she ordered another. “Thanks,” she nodded as she shot back the other and set the glass down on the stand. Her bare feet were sinking into the grass as she trudged her way to the stage they were playing on, lighting a joint in the meantime and conspicuously puffing on it until she saw Austin and Sam fiddling with their instruments. “Hey,” she greeted them as she searched the area for the cooler of beer they were promised, sighing in relief as she found it and cracked one open. On the inside, she was fuming. Harold had probably been the one responsible for the article; his finger prints were all over it. Not recognizing her talent, but her sex appeal. Jane’s eyes locked on Rob, who was closer to the stage, and she tried her best to be nonchalant as she made her way over to him. “Hey there,” she smirked as she took a swig of her beer. “Cigarette?” Two were taken out of her pack, and one settled between her lips as she lit it. She was thankful to be feeling the effects of inebriation; it was keeping her from wanting to cling to him. A stage hand passed by them, signaling that they were to get on in two minutes, and after he had walked away, she nudged his arm. It was almost instantly after touching him that Jane could sense that Rob was… off. It immediately made her worry that he was having second thoughts about what had happened between him. “You okay, Rob?” Before she could extract an answer, they were called up on stage. [i]”Great.”[/i] She gripped the microphone stand, as always, and neared the black orb in front of her. “Hey, everyone.” The crowd replied with cheers. “How are you guys doing tonight?” She smirked as she heard her smoky voice pour out of the speakers around her. “We’re In Bloom from Long Beach, California.” More cheers. “I’m Jane, that’s Sam,” she pointed. “Austin on bass. And that’s Rob all the way back there. Everyone, say hi to Rob.” The crowd played along: “Hi, Rob!” “Thanks for coming out.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jane nearly ran off the stage as soon as the thanked the crowd to avoid having to talk to anyone for a moment, disappearing behind a tapestry set up for anyone needing to change. Playing during the day time definitely caused more sweat to be produced, and the heat, momentarily, was overwhelming until she dumped a bottle of water over her head. After peaking out of the the curtain, she saw Rob as he was passing by and yanked him by the arm, pulling him into her hideout. “Hey,” she greeted him in a breathy matter as her lungs involuntarily heaved for air. “Good job.” Jane was about to ask him what was wrong, or at least if he needed anything. They hadn’t really [i]talked[/i] that day, although ideal for her, she knew Rob better than that. He was most likely mulling over thought after thought in his head, analyzing everything happening between them, while she was just thinking where to get a beer, and for a moment, she felt shame for not being like him. Not feeling so sensitive or curious all the time. Jane pulled his face down to hers so that she could give him a quick kiss, but once she started, she could only continue it. Deepen it. It took her biting his bottom lip to realize where they were and what was happening, as if she had been in a trance. “Sorry,” she let go of him and took a step backward. In a matter-of-fact tone, she admitted, “Something I never felt the need to tell you, but, uh, I get a little turned on when I’m up there.” Jane sighed and looked up to him. “Off to Cleveland.” She wanted so badly to whine and complain about the article that was written about her, but she figured she could save it for later. Complaining at the beginning of a seven-hour drive wasn't the vibe she wanted to set for the trip. After grabbing one more beer, she walked with the band back to the van and crawled inside, and once inside, she worked at her messy hair to get it off of her neck and up into a knot on her head. “Good job, guys,” she cheered once they entered the van. “Good set.” Jane looked over to Rob on her left and flashed him a genuine smile before settling back into her claimed corner of the back row. She couldn't help but wonder what was happening inside of him at that moment. He wasn't one easily read by facial expressions or spoken sentiments. He didn't wear his heart on his sleeve. He was stoic and calm while Jane was fiery and passionate. She began to think maybe being so forward wasn't what he wanted - although, she wasn't doing it to please him. Jane was linear in her thoughts when in came to lust and connections with people. She took what she wanted. If it was too much too quickly for him, would he tell her, or would he bottle it in? She sighed audibly as she wiggled her body in a more comfortable position and whipped out her phone to text the other man driving her crazy. Harold. Jane: [b]What the fuck was that piece on me?[/b] Harold: [b]A hit. 35,000 views since it was posted this morning.[/b] [i]"Damn it."[/i] Could he have been right? The thought of Jane playing up her sensual side for more attention seemed cheap. Her phone vibrated again. Harold: [b]If you're gonna live the way you do, lets at least make some money off of it.[/b] Jane wanted to scream, but instead, she tossed her phone into the purse on the floor and removed the strays hands of hair that had fallen across her forehead. The AUX cord was in her hand ready for her to be the DJ, but Jane tossed it to Sam in the row ahead of her. "You can skip me." She buried her way as far as she could into the inner wall of the van. 6 more weeks to go.