What a long day. A very, very, VERY long day. Between the gossiping with the other girls (and her saying some shit she hadn't meant to regarding their production manager), the commercial shoots until stupid o'clock at night, concerts that were loud and noisy, and the guys with backstage passes getting far too friendly and handsy, Adela couldn't help feeling like she was going to get driven to some not-so-great habits in the near future just as a form of escapism. It wasn't like she had any choice but to fake nice, though.

The petite red head had the long straw for their tour that night at least, having gotten a hotel room to herself. It was nice to have some quiet in order to remove the make-up, the wigs, the jewelry, the accessories, and everything that was fake. She saw how tired she looked in the mirror, sighing at herself before starting to button up her loungewear -- and there was a knock at the door. At 2 in the morning.

"Who's there?" Adela called out, frowning towards the hotel room's door from the open bathroom one. She didn't order anything for room service, the other girls should've been getting ready to sleep too... What if a fan or some paparazzi had somehow found the hotel to get with the lead face of their band? God she hoped it wasn't that, it was too damn late at night for that kind of garbage.