LIPSTICK? CHECK. SMOKES? CHECK. BACKSTAGE PASSES? DEFINITELY A POSSIBILITY. . . At last, you can finally hook up with the band_and still keep your pants on. Join Beth and Trina, two wonderfully trashy and loveable rocker chicks, as they hit the scene, drink and smoke way too much, and score every groupie_s ticket to ride: backstage passes. The party is right at your fingertips_just scratch and sniff to release the unmistakable aromas of stale beer, cigarettes, marijuana (medicinal, of course), strawberry lip gloss, and even some . . . uh . . . vomit. What happens next is anyone_s guess, but with Beth and Trina in full party mode, you can bet there will be a little bit of latex_and a lot of leather.