You’re the lead singer of a band called ‘Sleepwalking’. You guys are a indie band but you guys also incorporate rap, and hip-hop sometimes, but mainly indie. Theres five of you. You - lead vocalist / 20 Noel Fisher - lead bass / 20 Serenity Vance - second bass / 21 Johnny Sterling - electric guitarist / 22 Vincent Pierce - drums / 20 You guys started this band when you met the summer after high school graduation in Miami. You kept contact and figured out you guys weren’t too far from each other, and from there you started. You guys have been signed with a big label company for a two years now, and you’re doing your first tour now. You guys all, almost all of you left everything behind— besides family. You left friends, boyfriends or girlfriends you had behind. Some of them even let their full ride to college go, but in the end it worked out. You all moved to L.A. and moved in with each other, that’s where the record label was located, you need to be close to the label and your manager, Alayna Sutterson. You guys climbed the boards quickly after being signed, talk of instagrams accounts; “New band ‘SleepWalking up and coming, and fast” was the headline of most posts. You guys were on your first tour, touring thirty of the states, and in the twentieth state now.— But you, out of all people had the messiest breakup of all of them. Messy. You and your boyfriend at the time, Dante were already having deep rooted issues. Jealousy, anger, frustration rose to a boiling simmer, but the love wasn’t possessive, it wasn’t toxic and it wasn’t evil. You had people talking in your ear, he had people talking in his. So when you left it all behind— it set a bomb off, but then it was an aching radio silence of healing for him, especially. He hadn’t let go yet. You guys are in Miami, Florida. You have a show in two hours, you’re all in the hotel room— still fast ass asleep until Alayna came and destroyed the peace.