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Cera was trying to blend in. Not that it really mattered much, because drummers seemed to be rarely recognized. It was always the lead singers and guitarists that could be picked out of the crowd. No one ever paid any attention to the drummer who sat in the back of the stage. But you know what the music would sound like if that little person was sitting there at the back of the stage? Crap. That's right, music wouldn't be music if Cera wasn't sitting there banging on the snare and drums. She might not get recognized, but she was important. Either way, most people just ignored her and walked past. She did get a few stares now and then, but she wasn't sure if it was because of her shirt, or because people thought she looked familiar.

By passing the crowds, Cera made her way into the Foot Locker and took a quick look around, choosing a new pair of Reebok's to buy before leaving. Her stomach was growling, and that was almost never a good thing. She made her way through the people until her nose found the food court. Ahh, sweet American greasy food. It was one thing she had missed while over seas. Then again, she had found ever McDonald's that was possible while in Europe, so she didn't miss out on it much. Speaking of McDonald's, this mall actually had one. She took a step that way, but stopped when her eyes caught site of a New York-style pizza place. Hell yeah.

She quickly went that way, and took her place in the forming lines. Her grey eyes began to wander around the food court. She had taken off her sunglasses and propped them on her hat when she first entered the mall, so there was nothing obstructing her view. It seemed like everyone tended to group together, showing off the new trinkets they had just bought or sharing food. A couple couples sharing ice cream. Aww, how cute. She rolled her eyes, then caught something interesting looking. It was a group of teenage girls, whispering to each other, and pointing to someone sitting at a table by them self eating ice cream. Ah, shit. Holly. She was trying to blend in just as Cera was, but she'd been spotted.

Cera remained in line, waiting to see if she'd have to go rescue her band mate, but the girls seemed to decide that Holly wasn't anyone important. Thank god, Cera wanted her pizza. Finally it was her turn. She was easy when it came to pizza. Cheese. A slice of cheese pizza and a soda would satisfy her for most of the day. With her plate of pizza in one hand and paper cup of Mountian Due in the other, she decided to make her way to Holly. She set her food down across from her band mate and pulled out the chair before sitting. "Shopping for the Grammies?" she asked casually before picking up her pizza and taking a large bite. It still couldn't compare to real New York pizza.

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[`Holland Petrov]

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Half way through her first slice, Cera contemplated going and buying herself a second piece. Pizza was almost impossible for her to resist. She just couldn't help it, there was something about melted cheese and warm crust that made her all bubbly inside. Then again, a lot of things made her all bubbly inside, both literally and figuratively. "You can not deny that human being are meant to eat. As for burning them off..." it just so happened that an overly large woman walked by. Cera's eyes followed the woman and she wanted to yell 'EARTHQUAKE!' but thought it would be rude, so she kept her mouth shut. But she did lean over and whisper to Hol, "if I ever get that fat, shoot me." She meant it too. If her fast metabolism ever died, she'd just off a building. Then again, you probably used up more calories during one show on drums, than you could at the gym for three hours.

Finishing off her slice of pizza, Cera eats pizza fast like so fast she should enter a pizza eating contest, she downed the rest of her drink before shaking her head. "Just browsing with a little shopping today. I bought what I'm wearing to the Grammies in an underground store I'd found in London. I can tag along and play body guard for you if you like though? Sounds better then heading to the skateboard shop... though I could use some new bearing..." She began to think about the skateboard she had waiting for her in New York. It was the first board her dad had bought her years ago. The bearings were all but shop, and quite frankly, the entire board was pretty much done for, but the sentimental value of it kept her from tossing it.

Cera could be a bit of a tom boy actually. She owned at least ten skateboards (two of which she had on the bus), held her liquor better than most the guys she knew, spit better than most too. She usually felt more at ease when she was with a group of guys... girls compared themselves against each other too much and it made her uncomfortable. Thankfully, she got along with all the Queens of Confession's girls. She probably would have smacked a couple with her drumsticks (or her skateboard) by now if she didn't. She sometimes even felt a little protective of them, even if she couldn't do much to actually protect them. "Oh, you got a date to the Grammies?" she gave the vocals a playful smile. She wasn't sure on the other girls love life, but it would be cute if she had a date for the event.

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Cera laughed. In all honesty, she couldn't see how people could let themselves get to that state. Sure, being a little big was okay, but being so fat that you needed a wheel chair to get around, and get special parking, just seemed wrong to Cera. There were plenty of ways to keep yourself from getting to that point, and if you let yourself get there... then well you were just a sad person. Watching as Hol finished off her ice cream, Cera thought about going to get a blizzard or something of the sort, because now ice cream was sounding good. It was amazing being a bottomless pit sometimes.

"My since of style is serious... seriously lacking," Cera commented with a laugh. "And I doubt there'll be too many pictures of me in magazines afterward. I'll probably end up on Freddies 'blunder of the year list'. Besides, the dress has frills, and bows and pink." Cera scrunched her nose. Pink was her least favourite colour and there was almost nothing that was pink in her entire wardrobe, except for some nail polish and now her new dress. She fell in love with the dress though, and couldn't resist it, even with the thousand dollar price tag. Cera really didn't know how to save money. When it came to dressing everyday, she just threw on whatever she thought was cute or comfortable, and semi-matched and left. She didn't spend hours in front of a mirror, kept her makeup simple, and didn't give a rats ass what people thought of her garb. It was about the only way to go these days, and then without knowing it, you set a new fashion trend... sometimes.

She shook her head, "being dateless isn't bad at all. But you know... there's that one drum tech that seems to have a crush on you," Cera's tone was a teasing one, she couldn't help it. The tech was cute... in the sweet, baby faced sort of way. And he either had a crush on Hol, or was just a phsyco-stalker-fan. Popping an ice cube in her mouth, Cera shook her head, "naw, I'm still currently dateless too. I like to keep my option's open, you know?" Or it could be the fact that she couldn't hold a boyfriend even if the God's deemed it so.

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Cera had seen her. She cocked her head to the side a little. "You just try to throw in too many colours and end up looking like throw up instead." She stuck her tongue out playfully. Cera actually liked Holly's dress style, usually anyway. Though normally she tended to like it better when it was something Cera had helped picked out or that Hol was borrowing from her. "All right then, instead of being your body guard, I'll be your fashion guru, that way you'll outshine everyone at the Grammies, that stuck up Taylor Swift included." The country star was bound to be at the music award, and Cera hoped they wouldn't run into each other... Cera hated the little bang swish thing the blonde had going on. Either way, she was more than happy to help her band mate choose a dress for the big event.

"There are plenty of good looking guys around," Cera noted, "You just have to pick out the non-phycotic freak." Chewing on another ice cube, she thought for a moment. "I doubt you'll be classed as that. And yes, I do believe it will be safer for us all. Though, watching your blushing your way down the red carpet arm and arm with a cutie would be amusing to watch." And Cera didn't count the one time they had double dated and Hol ended up on the table dancing, and Cera ended up alone for most of the night because she called the guy she was with a 'dick' early on and he left. Since then, they didn't double date, as it didn't seem to be end very well, but they still had plenty of fun times going out together, whether or not they came back together was a different matter.

Shaking her head, Cera tried to picture the guys involved on the tour. "Lot's of hot one, but naw, none have my homing beacon twitching." She was probably actually going to wait to start dating again when the tour was done and over with and she was back in New York. A long distance boyfriend wasn't really her thing, they just never worked. Now, if she could find a boyfriend on the tour, it might be a little different, but could also get a little awkward. You know, barely any alone time with each other without others sticking their asses in the way. Sitting up, Cera attempted to change the topic, "so, which store do you want to hit up first?"

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Cera laughed, "if I ever get arrested, it will be for beating up a hick. But let us not forget that I am originally from Georgia, therefore I am part hick myself." God, now that was an awful thing to admit. If she ever went back to Atlanta, she prayed it was a quick pass-through or one show and out. Sure, she'd like to see her little sister again, but her mom? She'd rather rot in hell first.

After a moment in through, Cera too nodded. "I agree. Dating someone in the tour would be challenging... challanging on the fact that you have to try and find hidden places in order to bang one another." She gave a little evil laugh, and winked at her band mate. that was all part of the thrill really. Doing something behind others backs and in total secret. But Cera doubted that it would last long, as the stress would eventually eat away at the happiness and the excitement of possibly getting caught would die out. Damn, you were just doomed to be single while on tour.

Downing the rest of her ice cubes, Cera stood as well, slinging her bag over her shoulder before tossing her plate and empty cup into the trash. She walked up to Hol and linked arms with her. "For you, I think we should stay away from the underground stores. You have that Gothic appeal about you already, you don't need to dress dark and over do it." She pursed her lips. "Hmm.. we should start at the Gap, or maybe Old Navy. Just to check out the selection. What's your favourite colour?" Cera noticed that she was beginning to talk a lot and rather fast, but she didn't care. She always became happy at the thought of shopping, and helping other people shop was even more fun than helping herself shop. So, with her arm linked in Holly's she lead the way out of the food court and toward the Gap that she had always passed in malls, but rarely ever went in.

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Cera stared at Holly for a moment, "what have you done on the bus that none of us should know about?" Now she was curious what was going on when she wasn't around, even though she doubted that Hol would actually tell her. Cera herself hadn't done anything on their bus, or any other. She, so far, had kept her hands off all the guys on the tour, which was a new record for her. As for being single, she wouldn't complain. It saved her from having any guilt when she woke up in some random strangers bed after a night of drinking, which had happened a few more times than she cared to count, and she was trying to stop the habit of it, by drinking less. Which was hard. As for friends, Cera never really had very many. There were her drinking buddies, but they were just that, people she hung out with when drunk. They never called each other any other time. The one person she really missed was her dad, but they talked daily, and she was happy to hear the last time they talked, he was finally dating again.

"You don't need a tan. You just need to get outside more. The sun's actually healthy for you, you know. It gives you... vitamin D or some crap like that. And whatever vitamin it is makes you less cranky and irritable. Not that you're cranky and irritable." Cera herself was slightly naturally tanned, plus she did spend a lot of time outside. "Maybe I'll teach you to skateboard." She couldn't remember if she'd offer to teach any of her band mates before. None of them had shown any interest in it, so she had never really brought the topic up.

Finally unlinking arms, Cera began to look around and groaned. She remembered now why she never came into Gap. Too much preppy clothes that weren't worth spit in the price. It was a store that her mom and sister shopped at. "They don't got crap here," Cera said louder then she really needed to. They were looking for formal-ish dresses anyway. Not sun dresses. A sun dress? On a red carpet? Yeah, that would be an insult to Cera's fashion instincts, and would definitely wind Hol up on the 'worst dress' list. Cera tried to think of a store that sold prom dresses or prettier dresses. "I wonder if this mall has a Macy's..." she thought aloud trying to remember if she'd seen signs for one.

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Cera shook her head. She was beginning to wonder about the vocals. And she really holed she didn't do it on the table. She'd just ate off it that morning. Eww. She was going to go back tot he bus and give it a good scrub down. Even if Holly hadn't slept on it, who knew about the other girls. "I haven't slept with any other band's members either. There was one roadie... thought he might have actually been a groupie..." Cera couldn't remember. That was at the beginning of the tour, and since then she hasn't slept with anyone involved on the tour. She'd actually had been managing to remain a good girl since then. There were the few times every now and then when they all went out drinking, but since she woke up in a strange girl's bed in Paris, she's actually managed to keep her hands, and mind, to herself. Which wasn't a bad thing.

"You can try them tanning lotions?" Cera suggested. She'd tried them once. Was orange for a week and hadn't touched any since. She'd be pale over being orange. She cocked her head to the side and clicked her tongue. "That is so wrong. Skateboarding and sexual acts should never be intertwined." It was her own personal law that she was actually good at following. She'd never dated a skater guy because that would make things complicated in the skate park. "Well, I'll take you out and teach you something that doesn't involve feeling you up."

Cera laughed as she looked around. Yeah, if anyone in the store knew them, then they were in the wrong store too. She shrugged, shifted through another rack of sun dresses before shaking her head. "Shopping on line is a lot easier, especially if you know what you're looking for. Come on, let's go find some place better." She said the 'some place better' part a little loud as well. She couldn't help it. She had a thing against preppy people, mainly because they all reminded her of her mom.

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[/i] to wear to this award show." she sighed. "I want to look good. But I don't know, I don't want to be dressy.." she shook her head. "Ugh. I hate dressing up for this kind of stuff." she said and looked to Cera. "I am so sure I'll end up as part of the 'worst dressed'. Plus.. You know, I want to be out to impress, you know, if I end up going dateless I want to at least have a chance of meeting someone there." she she said and pouted slightly, half shrugging. She doesn't need to have someone who she can call 'hers' or 'her boyfriend' but she just likes feeling close to people and so enjoys the intimacy that a relationship can bring.[/ul][/center][/size]