Pop Punk Princess Meets Prince Harry

London

"Thank you guys so much." I yelle into the mic as we all walked off the stage.

"That was fucking sick." Our bassist, Jake yelled.

We just finished our last tour of the States. We're heading on a plane to London tomorrow morning to record out 2nd full length album. Fucking crazy man.

"Can you believe we're recording our album in London?" Our guitarist Sam asked.

We all got piss drunk that night. At like 5 am we had to get up and board out flight.

"Get up fuck faces." I yelled while trying to put on my hoodie, but it seemed impossible with the headache I had.

"Put a fucking sock in it Amelia, its fucking 5 am. " Dylan, our other guitarist groaned.

"And we're gonna be late so you guys can either sleep in and not record a new album in London or you can get your lazy asses up and we can leave. "

They all sprang up after that. After 15 minutes we hailed a cab and were on our way to the airport. After we got on our plane, we all decided to crash. After a 12 hours plance ride,wee finally landed in London.