Sweet Blasphemy
Reality's setting in
**Jenna’s PoV**
I stood in front of the tattoo parlour looking up at the sign, my thoughts a blur as I pushed open the door. Id been thinking about get a tattoo for a while but I think I was finally ready. “Hey. How’s it going?” the guy behind the counter asked me, his eyes roaming my body, taking in the way my dress hugged my curves, before bringing his eyes to rest on my face. I smiled and pulled the angel picture from my bag. “I’m wanting to get this tattooed on my shoulder” I told him. “Ok, I’m Rory by the way. Um… yeah, I can do this. Take a seat while I get set up” he told me, climbing to his feet “I’m Jenna” I told him. “Nice to meet you Jenna” Rory replied, turning away to go set up. I settled down on the couch Rory had indicated. I wondered what everyone who knew me would think of my tattoo. “ok, lets do this tattoo” Rory said as he reappeared. “So where is this going?” he asked me, leading me to a table/chair thing as he spoke. “Back of my left shoulder” I replied, gesturing to my shoulder as I spoke, Rory nodded and indicated for me to hop up onto the table thing. “Ok, so I’m gonna place the stencil and you can have a look to see if its where you want. Ok?” he asked, I nodded as I pulled the shoulder of my dress down so he could work. Rory wiped my shoulder down before gently placing a tissue thin piece of paper against my skin, then he slowly peeled it off. “okay, go check it out in the mirror Jenna” He told me, handing me a small hand held mirror as he spoke before gesturing to the mirror.
After examining it for a long moment, I nodded to him “Yeah, that’s perfect” I told Rory, who smiled back at me and gestured to the table. “Ok then, can I get you to lay down on your side on the table?” he asked, turning to where his inks were. With a gulp of anticipation I did as I was told, tucking the hem of my skirt between my legs as I lay down. Rory shifted me into a slightly more comfortable position. “So, is this gonna be in colour?” he asked, piecing his tattoo gun together. “No, just in black and white….. do you think you could make her wings look damaged?” I asked hesitantly, very aware that he’d already placed the tattoo stencil. “Yeah, I can do that. Did you want her to be missing some feathers?” he asked, picking up a pen. “Whatever you think looks best” I replied. He was silent for a while as he drew on me, occasionally shifting the neck of the dress so he could draw. After a while he handed me a mirror and held another one up so I could examine it. “Oh… wow” I gasped as I examined the modifications. Rory had made it so that feathers floated around, and trailed down towards my spine. “Is that what you were after?’ Rory asked, taking the mirror from me. “It’s better than I imagined” I replied in amazement. Rory fiddled with his gun for a long moment before asking me “Are you ready?” I nodded and bit my lip as the needle bit into the skin over my shoulder blade
**Lexis’s PoV**
I walked into Starbucks, looking around for the flame red colour of Sammi’s hair. “Over here Lexi” came a voice from the far back corner, looking around I spotted Sammi waving at me in an almost frantic kind of way and as I approached her, she examined me with a worried look on her face. “Hey Sammi” I said, sliding into the seat opposite her. “Hey” she replied softly, still eyeing me up. “Are you okay? You sounded upset on the phone.” She said after a long moment, her voice so soft I could barely hear her over the sound of everybody in Starbucks. I was silent for a very long moment before nodding slowly “I guess so” I replied, my own voice just as quiet as Sammi’s. “what happened?” Sammi asked after we’d sat in silence for a very, very long time. “Jenna embarrassed us on stage. It’s bad enough she pulls that shit off stage but now it’s affecting the band.” I burst out, angry and frustrated tears appearing in my eyes. “Maybe Jen had a reason for whatever she did” Sammi replied as she reached across the table and took my hand. “She took off Sammi, she just dropped her mic and ran away. We have to go back and play a complementary show to everyone who Jen let down. All this trip did was cost us money” I told her, as sobs bubbled in my chest, fighting to get out. Sammi got up and slid into the booth on my side, where she wrapped me in a hug, letting me sob into her shoulder. “It’ll work out Lexi, you’ll see” Sammi whispered into my hair as I cried. I just hoped she was right
**Jenna’s PoV**
I walked out into the sunshine nearly four hours after I’d gone in, another appointment booked for tomorrow. I’d decided on getting another tattoo tomorrow and after seeing Rory’s phenomenal work, I knew all my ink now had to be done by him. My shoulder was burning with pain but I’d been assured it would fade in an hour or so to just tenderness. I made a b-line towards the nearest shopping mall, hoping I’d be able to find a hot topic or something, planning on making my wardrobe a little more PG rated.
Of course I found one, and it wasn’t long before I was pulling t-shirts and jeans and longer skirts from the rack, feeling not entirely comfortable. The feeling only got worse as I went to try on the clothes, and the weirdest thought hit me as I slid my legs into the hot pink zebra print skinnies. This was the first time I was wearing jeans since mom’s cancer.... was diagnosed as terminal. I paused, the jeans hovering around my knees, I let them fall around my ankles as I dropped down on the bench in my stall. Why was I only now realising that I was on a path of self-destruction? I didn’t want to be that girl anymore. I wanted off this lethal ride. With a hurt but determined look, I stood and pulled the jeans up, twisting to see how they fit in the mirror. Satisfied by what I saw I selected a t-shirt to try on. I hadn’t been lying when I had told Alex that I didn’t want to be princess Jen, but was I ready to change completely?
**Lexis’s PoV**
“so… Jenna was acting weird even before she got on stage?” Sammi asked me, I nodded “Something’s not right with this, Jenna is a diva” Sammi told me, shaking her head “I thought so too, but it’s just gotten to a point that we’re all sick of her. All she cares about is herself.” I told Sammi bitterly. “Lexi, I don’t want to tell you how to live your life, but….. I think you need to cut Jen some slack, she’s clearly working through some major issues” Sammi told me, looking concerned “She just makes it so hard” I replied glumly. “Hey guys, what’s new?” CC asked as he slid into the booth next to me, while Jinxx dropped down next to Sammi. “Nothing really” I replied. “Awww Lexi, it’ll be ok” CC told me as he wrapped his arms around me, and squeezing me half to death. “Sister issues?” Jinxx asked, I nodded in reply and rested my head on CC’s shoulder. i hated feeling so resentful towards Jenna, but I just couldn’t help it, she kept pushing me away, and now she was putting the band in jeopardy with her behaviour. It was only a matter of time before the guys got fed up enough to walk away, and that day was fast approaching.
I stood in front of the tattoo parlour looking up at the sign, my thoughts a blur as I pushed open the door. Id been thinking about get a tattoo for a while but I think I was finally ready. “Hey. How’s it going?” the guy behind the counter asked me, his eyes roaming my body, taking in the way my dress hugged my curves, before bringing his eyes to rest on my face. I smiled and pulled the angel picture from my bag. “I’m wanting to get this tattooed on my shoulder” I told him. “Ok, I’m Rory by the way. Um… yeah, I can do this. Take a seat while I get set up” he told me, climbing to his feet “I’m Jenna” I told him. “Nice to meet you Jenna” Rory replied, turning away to go set up. I settled down on the couch Rory had indicated. I wondered what everyone who knew me would think of my tattoo. “ok, lets do this tattoo” Rory said as he reappeared. “So where is this going?” he asked me, leading me to a table/chair thing as he spoke. “Back of my left shoulder” I replied, gesturing to my shoulder as I spoke, Rory nodded and indicated for me to hop up onto the table thing. “Ok, so I’m gonna place the stencil and you can have a look to see if its where you want. Ok?” he asked, I nodded as I pulled the shoulder of my dress down so he could work. Rory wiped my shoulder down before gently placing a tissue thin piece of paper against my skin, then he slowly peeled it off. “okay, go check it out in the mirror Jenna” He told me, handing me a small hand held mirror as he spoke before gesturing to the mirror.
After examining it for a long moment, I nodded to him “Yeah, that’s perfect” I told Rory, who smiled back at me and gestured to the table. “Ok then, can I get you to lay down on your side on the table?” he asked, turning to where his inks were. With a gulp of anticipation I did as I was told, tucking the hem of my skirt between my legs as I lay down. Rory shifted me into a slightly more comfortable position. “So, is this gonna be in colour?” he asked, piecing his tattoo gun together. “No, just in black and white….. do you think you could make her wings look damaged?” I asked hesitantly, very aware that he’d already placed the tattoo stencil. “Yeah, I can do that. Did you want her to be missing some feathers?” he asked, picking up a pen. “Whatever you think looks best” I replied. He was silent for a while as he drew on me, occasionally shifting the neck of the dress so he could draw. After a while he handed me a mirror and held another one up so I could examine it. “Oh… wow” I gasped as I examined the modifications. Rory had made it so that feathers floated around, and trailed down towards my spine. “Is that what you were after?’ Rory asked, taking the mirror from me. “It’s better than I imagined” I replied in amazement. Rory fiddled with his gun for a long moment before asking me “Are you ready?” I nodded and bit my lip as the needle bit into the skin over my shoulder blade
**Lexis’s PoV**
I walked into Starbucks, looking around for the flame red colour of Sammi’s hair. “Over here Lexi” came a voice from the far back corner, looking around I spotted Sammi waving at me in an almost frantic kind of way and as I approached her, she examined me with a worried look on her face. “Hey Sammi” I said, sliding into the seat opposite her. “Hey” she replied softly, still eyeing me up. “Are you okay? You sounded upset on the phone.” She said after a long moment, her voice so soft I could barely hear her over the sound of everybody in Starbucks. I was silent for a very long moment before nodding slowly “I guess so” I replied, my own voice just as quiet as Sammi’s. “what happened?” Sammi asked after we’d sat in silence for a very, very long time. “Jenna embarrassed us on stage. It’s bad enough she pulls that shit off stage but now it’s affecting the band.” I burst out, angry and frustrated tears appearing in my eyes. “Maybe Jen had a reason for whatever she did” Sammi replied as she reached across the table and took my hand. “She took off Sammi, she just dropped her mic and ran away. We have to go back and play a complementary show to everyone who Jen let down. All this trip did was cost us money” I told her, as sobs bubbled in my chest, fighting to get out. Sammi got up and slid into the booth on my side, where she wrapped me in a hug, letting me sob into her shoulder. “It’ll work out Lexi, you’ll see” Sammi whispered into my hair as I cried. I just hoped she was right
**Jenna’s PoV**
I walked out into the sunshine nearly four hours after I’d gone in, another appointment booked for tomorrow. I’d decided on getting another tattoo tomorrow and after seeing Rory’s phenomenal work, I knew all my ink now had to be done by him. My shoulder was burning with pain but I’d been assured it would fade in an hour or so to just tenderness. I made a b-line towards the nearest shopping mall, hoping I’d be able to find a hot topic or something, planning on making my wardrobe a little more PG rated.
Of course I found one, and it wasn’t long before I was pulling t-shirts and jeans and longer skirts from the rack, feeling not entirely comfortable. The feeling only got worse as I went to try on the clothes, and the weirdest thought hit me as I slid my legs into the hot pink zebra print skinnies. This was the first time I was wearing jeans since mom’s cancer.... was diagnosed as terminal. I paused, the jeans hovering around my knees, I let them fall around my ankles as I dropped down on the bench in my stall. Why was I only now realising that I was on a path of self-destruction? I didn’t want to be that girl anymore. I wanted off this lethal ride. With a hurt but determined look, I stood and pulled the jeans up, twisting to see how they fit in the mirror. Satisfied by what I saw I selected a t-shirt to try on. I hadn’t been lying when I had told Alex that I didn’t want to be princess Jen, but was I ready to change completely?
**Lexis’s PoV**
“so… Jenna was acting weird even before she got on stage?” Sammi asked me, I nodded “Something’s not right with this, Jenna is a diva” Sammi told me, shaking her head “I thought so too, but it’s just gotten to a point that we’re all sick of her. All she cares about is herself.” I told Sammi bitterly. “Lexi, I don’t want to tell you how to live your life, but….. I think you need to cut Jen some slack, she’s clearly working through some major issues” Sammi told me, looking concerned “She just makes it so hard” I replied glumly. “Hey guys, what’s new?” CC asked as he slid into the booth next to me, while Jinxx dropped down next to Sammi. “Nothing really” I replied. “Awww Lexi, it’ll be ok” CC told me as he wrapped his arms around me, and squeezing me half to death. “Sister issues?” Jinxx asked, I nodded in reply and rested my head on CC’s shoulder. i hated feeling so resentful towards Jenna, but I just couldn’t help it, she kept pushing me away, and now she was putting the band in jeopardy with her behaviour. It was only a matter of time before the guys got fed up enough to walk away, and that day was fast approaching.