(this is maaaaybe opening up, once i introduced the whole band, but I actually planed to make a kind of 'tour log out of it. since the band is rather big (6 people) this one could get rather long...so more likely, it will be my first real self plot rp XDD)
(all in human form)
Zoey
This couldnt be true. Zoey actually was pretty sure she had jet an other nightmare, just that the nightmare felt rather realistic and was going on for too long now. She stared out at the unmoving landscape, prepping her head on her hands. exactly that was the problem, the Landscape was not moving. The Tourbus decidet that it was a good time to suddenly stop in the middle of the vast plains and not move at all since the last 3 hours. the singer sighed deeply again, which seemed to be the only thing she did since quite some time now, and proceeded to stare out of the window, in hopes it would somewhat begin to move again by a mirical. Joryn, Dorian and Tazo went off to get help, but they where in the plains, and it could take hours till they would find someone. That made her, Elinor, Neal and the desperate busdriver the only ones still at the bus. They where on tour for almost one year now, having an other half year still in front of them, and boy, what a hilarious, creepy, beautifull, frustrating, and overall insane time they all shared so far. Zoey closed her eyes //we've been through far worse then this, now that I think of it// "hey Zo!"
When she opened her eyes again, there was Elinor, the guitarist/violinist sitting at the other side of the small tourbus table, grinning broadly and setting a small laptop infront of her.
Elinor
"I was so bored that I actually really read through half of the tour diary already. it is...more funny then I thought, so I though it could cheer you up." Zoey smiled, and opened the first site of the document. Elinor cudeled next to her. "I thought you already read it" "sure, but i'll do it again" she answered cheeky. "uuuh sounds like a good read. well then, here we go"