‘Rory … we’re going to flunk … If you don’t get your arse out of bed and make it to class!’ Zanthie, Aurora’s roommate on campus, had a booming voice, even when not at full volume. It cut through Rory’s dream state and sped her back to consciousness via a rude awakening. ‘Go away,’ Aurora objected and rolled away from her assailant. ‘I can’t do study, class and the band anymore …’ ‘Sure you can,’ Zanthie insisted. ‘We just need to get our sleeping routine sorted.’ In her mind Rory was trying to home back in on her dream, but it was no use — she remembered it clearly, but she was not going to be able to return. ‘Ooooh!’ She was aggravated, mainly due to a massive hangover. ‘You’ve been saying that for six months! If we haven’t got the routine together by now, we’re not likely to.’ ‘But it’s good money,’ Zanthie appealed as she finished getting dressed. ‘My point exactly,’ Rory wagered. ‘So why not skip the study and make a living as a rock stars!’ She stretched herself long across the bed — still dressed in the heavily belted leather mini-dress she’d worn on stage the night before.
