"TAAAYY!" I hear Jordan shouting me across the room
"Fuck what do you want?" I can't help but sound a little hostile, but it's understandable since I've literally just woken up.
"You gotta get to Glamour Kills for the JAGK shoot"
Shit I've completely forgotten. Yesterday I was there talking to Mark about hooking me up with some gear for tour when he said they were one person short for the shoot, so I volunteered. Now I regret being so nice, I needed to catch up on sleep before my body clock will fuck up during our touring adventures.
"Right I'm getting dressed now, drive me?" I reply heading back to my bedroom without a reply.
I decided on wearing a plain white tank top with a checked blue and purple button up shirt, which I left open. I found my favourite pair of black skinnies and navy VANS. I left my hair messy even though I hated it when it was slightly curly, I just had no time.
I heard the door creek open, I turned to see an overly hyper Jordan. "Ready?"
"Sure let's go."
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