Ashley stepped out of the elevator with a stern frown on her face. The music playing from the party was the cause. She hated hearing their music after playing it in a show.  Ashley heard a familiar voice from behind and turned around. Her gaze landed on Glen. He was talking on his cell phone. She strode quietly towards him, wondering why he looked so upset.

Glen was leaning casually against a lobby chair; a scowl planted firmly on his face as he quietly mumbled into his cell phone. “Whatever, bye.” He shoved his phone into his back pocket and turned around. Facing Ashley. “Having fun?” He asked the tired teen. He knew Ashley hated parties, as much as he did, and only got through them with the help of drugs and alcohol. Sleep was the only thing he needed right now, and the way Ashley was slightly swaying told him she needed sleep too. Ashley just shrugged, and Glen nodded in agreement. “I hate when they play our songs.” He absently stated.

Ashley’s eyes closed behind dark sunglasses. She snorted. “I know, like we don’t hear enough of our music.” She leaned against the older singer. Resting her head on his shoulder. She had always had this brotherly bond with Glen. Since the day they met 4 years ago. Glen was someone she could count on, trust, and tell things to without having to worry about being judged or criticized. “Who was on the phone?” She asked with a deep yawn.

“My father. He’s embarrassed by my poor career choice.” He sighed. “He wants me to go back home and get my sorry butt back in college.”

“Don’t do it. Finding a new singer will be a pain in the ass.” She weakly mumbled.

Glen chuckled and stared at the ballroom doors with a distant gaze. “I don’t feel like going in yet. When was the last time you ate?” He asked curiously.  

Ashley slowly opened her eyes and thought a moment. “If you’re talking about pussy, I’d say about 2 minutes ago.” She chuckled at the mean glare he gave her. “I don’t know. The last time we had Taco Bell.” She answered with a light shrug.