"I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, you never get hurt. Never get hurt, you can always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends." Penny was in the driver's seat, William next to her, and I in the back. She was explaining to him the principles of being a Band-Aid, and he was staring at her, absorbing what he could.

I wasn't listening too closely. I was concentrating more on changing clothes and staying out of the view of the other cars on the road. Of course, when I thought about it and glanced at what I was changing into, I realized that Penny's clothes that I was borrowing wouldn't cover all that much anyway. Fuck it.

"Having any trouble back there, dear?" she called.

"This shirt-like thing is a bit tight..." I trailed off.

"That's because you're a bit bustier than me, dear," Penny explained. I laughed, imagining the look on William's face. Oh well. Tight or not, I was now wearing a leafy green skirt I doubted I could bend over in, and a faded red long-sleeve shirt that was just lengthed over my belly button and tied at the bottom. My shoes were still my black Converse, and my hair was still back in a bun. The only make-up I sported was some concealer under my eyes that was covering up the dark circles I had created by staying up so late writing.

The car stopped, and William (gentleman that he is) opened my door for me. I stepped out, looked at him. He shook his head at what he saw. "You blend in too well," he told me before Penny came around our side and grabbed him by the arm, tightly but affectionately.

"There's no way."

I stared at the 15 year old in front of me. In a way, I knew he was right. But, still...

"William. Tell me. What on Earth would be so bad about me joining the Stillwater tour troupe?"

"Rainy! You could end up looking like, looking like, I don't know, the Band-Aids?"

"That's sort of the point. That's how I would be going in the first place!"

"Rainy, don't. All you have to do is look at Penny Lane and then you can see that she's been through hell already. And she's just tagging along for another go at it. I know you can see it, too. I know."

I sighed. "Listen. I'm going with Penny to the Riot House tonight, OK? Jeff told me you're invited, too. Actually, you're the main reason Penny and I can go. So please come?"

He eyed me suspiciously. "Don't change the subject."

"I'll think about all this, ok? Tonight. And tomorrow morning, alright, I'll come up with my plan."

William seemed very, very skeptical.

"I promise."