"Baby we're the new romantics. The best people in life are free." Perfectly messed up. That's what Jamie called us. We all had our scarlet letters in our open books, completely ready to show whoever wanted to see them and completely ready to make more marks on them if we got the chance. We'd reached our point; playing it cool didn't cut it anymore and we were all bored. But we found a solution. A crazy notion really. And with a mascara smudged nod and glitter falling from our hair we danced and tripped, rather ungracefully at times, into strange and amazing adventures. And through that, we found what we had been looking for. Freedom.