"Misti Goldenrod and her band, Quartz Meadow, have climbed the charts to claim the number one spot in America," she heard the radio say before the manager clicked it off. He clapped his hands together three times, smiling at the four members of the band. "What'd I tell you guys, huh? You'd make it big!" "Yeah, we're big. What about that artsy-fartsy contest you had running," Jennifer, known as Misti by her fans, asked. She took a drag off of her cigarette and held it in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling. "Winner been picked yet?" "As a matter of fact, a winner was chosen last night. She's gonna meet us at the hotel at our next stop in three days, the email was already sent out, as well as in the post," he smiled. "Great," she got up, putting her cigarette out on the ash tray. "Now, if we're done here, we've got to practice." She and her bandmates went to the back of the tour bus where their equipment was. The hooked everything up and started to play through their list between drinks of random bottles of booze lying around on the shelves along the walls. Needless to say, after a while, they ended up making new songs, though without the lyrics. Jenni hadn't been all that inspired lately. She still put all she had into her music, but she couldn't think up any good lyrics for new songs. Fortunately, her fans seemed to be satisfied with the hits she was replaying over and over and over again, so she wouldn't have to come up with a new song for at least a few more weeks. She'd become a rockstar for her love of good music. She drew her inspiration from her favorite 80's bands - Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, Styx, Poison, REO Speedwagon, and the like.