Decked out in the Butterfly Effect merchandise t-shirt she designed for the battle of the bands, the one pair of ripped up skinny jeans she owns specifically for performing with the band, and her black converse, Poppy was ready to take the festival by storm. The only thing she was missing was the leather jacket she had embroidered with a butterfly on the back - but it was just too hot for that. She was sitting at one of the makeshift tables the event coordinator had put up for the smaller acts to sell their merch with Lily Rose on her lap, trying her best to bring as much attention to the group before they got up on stage later. âHey there! Interested in buying a Butterfly Effect shirt?â she called out to the person walking by. âWeâre one of the acts today! A pop-rock girl group! The shirts are free, but weâre always accepting donations if you want to give back!â Sheâd only added the last part because she knew Emily expected her to at least try to make a bit of a profit on the shirts. Or at the bare minimum break even on how much it cost to create them.







