We'll be late!” Sara Matthews took one final look in the mirror and sighed. She loved her new bangs, but today they just didn't want to behave. Running her fingers through her long, dark hair, she smiled ruefully at her reflection. In her skin tight leather pants and artfully distressed t-shirt, she knew she looked good. “Sara! What are you doing up there?” Her best friend Erica was growing impatient. They'd been looking forward to this evening for so long. With one final swipe of lip gloss, just for good measure, Jessica grabbed her bag and dashed down the stairs. Erica was standing by the front door, hand on hip, jangling her car keys. Sara and Erica had met on their first day of high school, and been firm friends ever since. “If we miss the support act because you were messing about with your hair, our friendship is over,” Erica teased, draping Sara's jacket over her shoulders as she hustled her out the door. “As if you care about the support band! We're going to see Compass, that's all that matters.”
