_Steps out of the house and pulls out oversized retro style headphones. Plugs them into discman and starts walking. Squinting up at the sun _

Shit!

_* Forgot sunglasses. Scrambles around in bag and presses play on disc man. Music of choice: The Halo Friendlies 'Get Real'.*

Trips over neighbour's cat _

Fuck!

_Walks down street in foul mood. But then a smile starts to creep across Stacey’s face and a bounce slips into her step. Hmm..she quite likes this music. She starts grinning at strangers _

Hey, How you doing, Mister?

*Winking at the boy on the corner, she flips her skirt. As she heads into town, people stop and stare. ‘Mmhmm’ they’re thinking. ‘That chick’s kinda cool.’ Stacey walks down to the park, still smiling, still liking this girl rock, singing loudly and bobbing her head to the dum dum dummedy dum beat, guitars crunching like candy under her feet. Then she spies a boy. She walks over to him, but he walks the other way.*

Bastard!

_She rips the CD outta her discman and reaches into her bag, goes past the Donnas, Sleater Kinney, The Muffs (who produced the album, whatever that means!) and pulls out her raggedy ‘Hole’ album _

Fuck this candy, nasal, pop posing as rock shit!

*It starts to rain*