Arabella's band finally had its breakthrough. The Slashers were headlining Glastonbury this summer, and the band couldn't be more excited.

The week leading up to the concert was nerve-wracking, but Arabella was nevertheless excited.

The media was buzzing about her upcoming performance; all eyes were on her. So it wasn't a surprise when security outside of The Slashers tent stopped you with a rude push to your shoulder and a gruff "Artists and their guests only."

At the commotion, Arabella came out of the tent and raised her brows. "Hey, man, relax. They're with me. Come on, baby," she smirked, pulling you into the tent.

"I'm sorry about the security. They are kinda assholes to anyone. I dunno why," Arabella said apologetically as you two walked to her handmade vanity. The nerves were palpable.

"You like my outfit? I dunno, I was trying to go for Mick Jagger meets Freddy Mercury, but it kinda did its own thing," she said as she showed you the outfit. She was wearing heeled leather boots, ripped tights, and a scarlet leather bodysuit. Her hair was purposely messy, and her makeup was smudged like she had just partied for twelve hours.