Milly chucked a pair of my red skinny jeans across the room at me with a grunt.

"WHY do these always make me look like a lumpy tomato?" she moaned. "On you they look amazing. How's that fair?"

I rolled my eyes as I sat down to slip them over my legs. Milly's problem is that she has no self esteem- the jeans looked fine on her. We were the same size- I just happened to have longer and slightly slimmer legs.

Once the jeans were on and buttoned up, I picked up my black studded belt and looped it through the belt loops, tightening it as I looked myself over in the mirror. With my long and dark hair hanging straight down my back, my white Ramones singlet and black converse sneakers, I was finally almost ready for the music festival we were headed to.

Milly and I were housemates- after meeting at the record store we both worked at, we had become fast friends and did practically everything together now. Music has a way of bonding people together, and it certainly had done that for us.

I turned towards Mills- who was now applying layer upon layer of dark eyeliner- and stuck my hip against the door jam, looking pointedly at my watch. Milly always took forever to get ready... The result was always worth it though. With her incredibly, luxurious golden hair, small nose and wide baby-blue eyes, she was an absolute stunner- sort of a punk-rock barbie, I guess you could say.

Me, on the other hand, I was more "au-natural" I guess. Long, dark hair, hazel eyes and bordering-on-Angelina-Jolie lips, I chose not to really do much with make up, on the chance I would wind up looking like a low-paid hooker. The one thing I had going for me was my ability to tan my skin- probably thanks to my Australian heritage.

I moved to America only a couple of years ago, and have never managed to shake my accent, or my typical way of life- something that my friends, especially guy friends, never let me live down.

Finally, Milly was ready and we left the house, already running behind to meet up with our mates down at the festival.

Music for us, was pretty much our everyday. If we weren't playing it (I play guitar and sing, Milly was ace of drums), we were listening to it, or selling it at the store. Music festivals were definitely our scene.

"About time you two got here!" Yelled our friend James, coming towards us with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Let me guess, Zee wanted to stop and chuck some shrimp on the barbie?" He cracked himself up.

I rolled my eyes. "We don't even call them shrimp, you wanker," I said, as I pulled him in for a quick hug. Out of all my guy friends, James was my favourite, despite the terrible Aussie jokes. We just got along really well, and it was never uncomfortable. I felt like I could trust him with my deepest secrets- and I had. I had even told him why I had left Australia...

"Anyway," I said, giving his arm a light punch, "you better watch it or I'll get my pet koala onto you."

"You have a koala?" Ray, another friend said with curiousity. "That's fucking awesome!"

I didn't even bother to roll my eyes at that one. "Ok, let's get in. We've wasted enough time already," I shot Milly a dirty look. She was polite enough to look slightly ashamed. "I don't want to miss out on seeing anyone! Who are we going to see first?"

We headed through the gates, the sounds of bands playing their sets all around us, on the various stages they had set up.

"I want to go and see that Green Day," Milly said excitedly. "I've heard so many good things about them. Remember that guy, Zee? From the store the other day? The really cute one?"

"The one you spent an hour chatting up and only sold him one record?" I replied snidely. Milly flushed and giggled.

"That's the one," she went on. "He was raving about them, said they're the best he's ever seen live, and how awesome the guys were and that we really needed to check them out today." She checked the set list she had gotten at the gates, and let out a yell. "They're on at Stage 3, in like 5 minutes! C'mon guys!" And off she went, with the rest of us trailing behind her, failing to keep up.

The mosh pit was already heaving by the time we reached it, but with the guys help, we pushed through the worst of it, until we were squished against the barricade, watching the roadies set up the equipment. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel the excitement course through my own veins, even though I hadn't heard the band yet. I had sold a few of their records lately, but hadn't had a chance to check them out. Oh well, I guess this was my chance.

A huge cheer went up around us as three guys entered onto the stage, swaggering over to their instruments as they waved to the crowd cockily.

I didn't need the jab in the side from Milly, nor the hiss in my ear, "holy fuck! Look! Look Zee! It's him..."

The drummer was the very guy from the record store who had been talking up the band.

Typical.