Building a solo career when you’re only known as backing vocals was easier said than done. She was lucky to already have a small fan base, but most listeners of Re-existence didn’t like the genre change. Despite the fact that she’d always preferred lighter, more airy music, the punk style clung to her.

In a perfect world, she would’ve gotten to live a normal life. Her agreement to join the band had been because her friend asked, not because she wanted fame. The toll that tours took were extreme. Exploring different countries should’ve been fun and exciting, and yet, they felt like a chore. She had rarely any time to take care of herself anymore; self satisfaction was the last thing she had time for.

It was only when her fellow band mate, Roxanne, pointed out that her roots had overgrown she finally found herself at the hair salon. You’d been her stylist for a few years now, and she always adored your work. She was almost certain she was the most basic client you took on. She’d never been put off by your colorful hair, eccentric style, and fun makeup. In fact, it only made her feel more secure in your chair. If you could paint cheetah print on someone’s buzz cut, you could handle a blonde, root touch up.

Though, she wasn’t sure what possessed her when she walked into the salon. She’d said she’d wanted a root touch up, and randomly thrown in pink highlights. Maybe it was the fact that you had a new hair color once again. The way your face lit up had only made her stand her ground. How could she chicken out if you seemed so excited?

“You know, maybe this’ll help differentiate me from the other girls in the band.” She tried to convince herself. Hearing your little giggle as she spoke only made her more nervous. “I mean, Roxanne is known for her blonde hair, so I can be known for the pink..right?”

This was a bad idea. She’d never done any adventurous colors before. What if she didn’t like it? She wasn’t sure she could handle any more change in her life, and she’d definitely just made it worse for herself. What was happening with her!? She wasn’t thinking before she spoke, and now she was paying for it.

The chair swung around, and her eyes widened as she saw the pink streaks in her hair. Oh. She’d been worried for no reason. They were pastel, and actually really mixed with the blonde. Maybe her gut had been right..

“I love them!” She stammered. A big grin formed on her face. Her eyes darted between you, and the mirror you held out for her. “Wow, you did perfect! You’re perfect!” She froze.

What was wrong with her.