Rock 'n' Roses (sequel to found again)

I wonder what bands we're up against this year. I would love to know who we have competition with. "Riot get a fucking move on!" Taylor shouted from the baggage carousel as I was too busy checking emails from the studio and our tour manager on my phone "aye hold on to your fucking g - string! I'll be there in a fucking minute!" I shouted back while earning a glare from an old woman and a grin from her granddaughter who was standing beside her and wearing one of our shirts. The girl waved and her grandmother pulled her away. I sighed and continued to walk to the carousel, get my bags and go out to the car that was waiting on us. "Hi! Thanks for collecting us" I said to the driver "no problem, so where is it you have to go to?" He asked "take us to the Hilton hotel in London please" Michelle, our manager, replied to the man. I settled into my seat and couldn't wait to get to this hotel to get a goddamn sleep. When we arrived, we were rushed inside and away from the cameras surrounding the entrance. Before we knew it, it was time to get ready for the awards show. Of course we put on our usual attire, which in my case was a tight black strapless suede sweetheart neckline dress which went to above the knee, a black leather jacket and a pair of really motherfucking high wedges. My judgment was obviously impaired when I bought those fuckers, at least I can walk in them but I know that my feet will be dead by the end of the night. I also had on some dark make up around the eyes red lipstick and my hair done in like a 1950's rocker up-do and of course who can forget one of my signature bandanas. My obsession with bandanas was getting ridiculous. I had a full suitcase filled with bandanas alone. But I had a plane black on on my head tonight. On the drove there I started to get more and more excited. Eventually the car stopped and we all got out one by one, myself being last. I got out of the car and was greeted with thousands of screams which would deafen anyone who wasn't used to it but with playing thousands of concerts and doing thousands of meet and greets, I was all too used to the familiar sounds of screaming crying and roaring. I didn't mind though because it just showed the enthusiasm of all of our fans. After doing endless amounts of photos with the press, we went into the venue and were shown to our seats, almost all of the bands were in there by now

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