☆ Headley Grange

@Johanna "Jo" Pauline Jones @Joanne "Bonnie" Bonham @Jamie Page Roberta sat quietly in the car, her things packed in the back seat. She had been asking about this specific place they were going to for their new album. It was supposedly haunted, which both intrigued and scared Roberta a bit. She looked over to see the other girls getting in their cars. She had made sure to pack warm clothes, just in case. You never know with these old workhouses. There could be heat or no heat. Who knows... The car approached the workhouse and Roberta stared at it. It looked quaint and cozy. She climbed out of the car when it stopped and got her things from it. Her attention turned to Jami when she started talking. She gave small nods, watching the house closely. No heat. How did Roberta guess that. "Right. Nothing's wrong with a cold bath or shower. It's a nice wake up." She hummed.

@Roberta Plant @Johanna "Jo" Pauline Jones @Joanne "Bonnie" Bonham () Plot drop starter!

Jamie had finished reading the rock and roll column in the local paper that the journalist Gloria Steinem had written. The guitarist had an okay relationship with the female journalist and reporter. She liked the fact that she was a trailblazer feminist who stood against ism and male chauvinists, but she didn't like the fact that she would snoop around and try to get stories out of Led Zepparella just to have something to put in her column. Jamie knew that Gloria would only get worse with her snooping as the band got even more famous. She threw the newspaper into the trashcan and got into the Rolls-Royce that was waiting for her. She and the girls had agreed to record their new album in the English countryside in an old workhouse called Headley Grange. The house was said to be haunted and Jamie found that to be a bonus. The car pulled up to the huge but old house, the other three Rolls-Royces pulled up behind hers, plus the van that carried their equipment. Jamie got out of the car and thanked the driver before getting her suitcases out of the car and standing at the house entrance. The house had been refurbished on the inside to look more like an old English country house than an old workhouse like it had been originally. "Well, we're going to be staying here for the next few months. The owners told us to make good use of the house for however long we need it. Penelope made sure the owners got paid for letting us stay here and they're off someplace on an island somewhere to celebrate the money they got. We're the only one's here... so that means no distractions... unless you go into town which is a mile away... oh and they don't have nightclubs here... or bars so there's no temptation. We're here for our fourth album... that's it. I hope you girls started writing songs already, because I sure did." Jamie said before walking up the dirt pathway and unlocking the front door with an old rusty key. "Damn... it's cold in here. Oh and I should mention... there's no hot water here because the house is so old... and the heater is busted... so we're gonna have to rough it, girls." Jamie said after putting her suitcases down near the big old wooden staircase. The roadies set the girls equipment up along with their instruments and told Jamie to call them if anything were to malfunction. The roadies wished the girls luck and drove the van back down the dirt road.