Sophie was royally pissed. Not only was Ronnie too busy with his legion of female fans to even notice she was there, but she couldn’t reach the guys who just a few days ago had been so eager to have her sing with their band and told her she could join them any time she wanted. Well, she wanted right now and where could they be? Why were they not at her beck and call?
Yes, these were the selfish thoughts running through her head, but they did not stop there. With a satisfied smirk she saw Ronnie repeatedly reach into his pocket presumably for his cell phone, no doubt to add a new number from a drooling, lusty girl.
“Thanks, Mom,” Sophie mumbled to herself, “For not giving the cell phone back to him.”
Now she didn't know what was she supposed to do. Sit around and mope? Not likely! Wait for Ronnie to stop flirting? That was equally unlikely, by the looks of it. She sighed and went to the bar, squeezing herself in between a small girl with short, spiky pink-tipped blond hair, vampire makeup and goth-like clothes better suited for a Halloween party and a guy, almost as small and with twice as much makeup, wearing strategically ripped blue jeans, a white t-shirt, an apricot ascot, Blue suede shoes and a raspberry beret —whaddaya kidding me???