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Post by michelle amani on Oct 13, 2009 18:49:58 GMT -5
 All the problems make me want to go[/i][/size] like a bad girl straight to video[/size][/color][/center] Michelle scolded herself as she walked around the Warped grounds, wondering why she had even, for one second, thought wearing flip flops would be a good idea. Sure, she was generally sitting behind a merch table the majority of the day, but there was still that little amount of time she got for a break that she would have to brace herself through the throngs of people, doing her best not to have her feet completely killed.
After continuously getting her feet trampled on by music fans young and old, she found a break in the crowd, and graciously took the opportunity to step out. With a quick glance around, she realized that she had stepped into the area right outside the booze tent. She was surprised at how empty the area seemed, seeing as it was usually a popular spot, for those who could legally buy a few drinks, and for kids, like her, trying to convince someone to snag a drink for them. It wasn't like the lack of people upset her or anything. Actually, she was pretty appreciative of it, seeing as it lowered the chances of her feet being murdered anymore than they already were.
With a quick glance around, she noticed a random tree, and decided to go by it, seeing as it was off to the side. It would be her luck for a mass crowd of people to stampede her way, trying to grab some alcohol before heading off to the next stage. That may not be the must likely thing to occur, but stranger things have happened.
Once Michelle reached the tree, she leaned her back against it, slouching down until she was sitting. As a natural reaction, she reached for the back of her gray 'Save The Wild Things' t-shirt to make sure that there were no rips. Once, when Michelle was around the age of six, she had crouched against a tree and sat down, but strangely enough, the whole back of her shirt ripped. Ever since that day, it has been a habit for her to check the back of her shirt, just in case it happened again. Satisfied that it didn't, she quickly adjusted her black shorts, slowly becoming temporarily distracted. Of course, that didn't last long, seeing as short after, her feet began to throb in pain. Looking down at them, she was surprised to see how bad of shape they were in. "Shit!" she exclaimed, watching some blood coming out of a rather large cut on her right foot and looking at several other bruises and scrapes on both feet. It was obvious that the current state of her feet was only bound to get worse. The bruises would go almost black, the scrapes would probably rip open more, and the cuts had a good chance of getting infected. Of course, that wasn't counting what other damage would occur to them on her way back to the Neon Skyway merch tent.
She sighed, trying to clear off a little of the blood with a finger and wipe it on the grass. The more she looked at her feet, the more she realized how disgusting they looked. Growing self-conscious, she tried pulling her feet in to her chest, but it did no good, her feet still clearly visible. The only way she could really thing of hiding her feet would be to sit on them, but she didn't want to endure any more pain to her feet than she had to. Wanting them to get as much air as possible, she took off her flip flops, setting them a few feet to the side of her. Taking a closer look at the damage, she realized it'd be in her best interest to head to a medical tent to get some Neosporin for the cut so it wouldn't get infected. She normally would have, except for the fact that she would have to head through the crowd again, which would only lead to more problems. The closest medical tent would make her go out of her way from her merch tent, and she wanted to spend the least amount of time possible walking through the crowd. I wonder if we have anything back at the tent... she mused off in her head.
She continued debating on what to do in her head when she heard a mischievous giggle coming not to far from behind her. Turning around, she realized two girls, around the age of fifteen, had run up, grabbed her shoes, and ran off. Angrily, she quickly stood up, and yelled, "Bring my shows back here, dammit!" Sadly, it was too late. The two immature brats had already made they're way far into the crowd. If the circumstances were different, she would have run off after them, hunting them down until she got her shoes back and taught the both of them a lesson. Of course, things weren't working in her favor that day, so she stood there, pissed and frustrated, knowing that soon, her shoes would be thrown and tossed around at one of the many performances occurring that day.
Feeling as stressed as ever, she pulled out a cigarette and lighter from her pocket. Swiftly, she stuck the cigarette into her mouth and lit it, quickly inhaling until she could taste the smoke swirling around her mouth. After a second or two of holding it in, she exhaled, watching the white puff of smoke surround the air around her. She sighed, leaning against the tree again. She took another drag and moved her straightened hair to one of her shoulders, quickly feeling herself relax as the addicting substance worked it's magic on her.
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Post by steele wilson on Oct 22, 2009 20:54:28 GMT -5
![]() image here. preferably 300 x 200 or so [/img]  [/center] the sounds of cheers and screaming from a large crowd brought music to his ears as steele set down his guitar. unlike the last couple of rehearsals, the performance had gone smoothly. thank god, steele thought as he left the stage, forcing his way to the merch table, fighting off the hands of the girls trying to grab a piece of him. as he struggled to defeat the mob, he felt a tight squeeze on his butt cheek. he turned around just in time to see a girl with bright red cheeks turn around and giggle with her friends. he caught her turning her bright red face back around and he gave her a flirtatious smile. and to think her face got even redder. steele had an enjoyment with flirting with the fans, i mean, hell if it made a fan's day then he was doing his job right. plus, it was good keeping his options open since he was single after all and if he would have known playing the guitar in a band would get him chicks, he would have started years ago.
once out of the crowd, steele reached in his back pocket and grabbed his sunglasses. he put them on to blend in the crowd, and almost instantly he was just like every one else. once he reached the merch table, however, his disguise was soon destroyed by one of the merch workers who hollered his name while he was still walking to the table. almost immediately the crowd that had gathered around the table waiting for the band to came sprinting over to get an autograph. he was not really in much of a hurry, so he stayed there for a little while and took pictures and signed autographs, but once the rest the band showed up, steele found a chance to escape, so he did. there was only one person who had escaped from him he was looking for. the girl he was looking for was none other than the merch girl michelle amani, who was by far the prettiest girl on tour. he put his sunglasses back over his eyes, after having to take them away so he could take pictures, he walked to the booze shop. he knew that knowing michelle, she would probably end up somewhere near the booze shop using her beauty to try to get some booze.
she was pretty and talented, steele had to admit, she almost had suckered him into getting her alcohol a couple of times. as he walked, he scanned the surface for any recognizable figure standing just outside the small store. there was an abnormally small line today, so it didn't take long for steele to rule out that she wasn't there. where on earth could she be? this girl was unpredictable! just as steele thought he could figure her out, she surprised him. he took one last scan around the booze, checking every face, every body type, thinking he might have missed her. he was just about to turn around when a group of people left the booze shop altogether, revealing a girl standing underneath a tree. she had the right height, right body type, right color hair, and the right reaction steele felt in his stomach as his heart rate instantly sped up. it had been doing that a lot lately, especially when he saw her. he almost backed away, almost hesitant in talking to her; not because he didn't want to, but because that's what someone did after they realized they liked someone, they tend to develop cold feet.
there's nothing wrong in talking to her, he convinced himself. what she doesn't know won't hurt her, nor will it change a thing. after standing there, probably looking like an idiot, steele started to walk again, headed straight towards the tree. as he approached her, he noticed that she was barefoot and the cuts on her feet. she did look a little stressed or upset steele could see as he got close enough to start seeing the details of her face. he fought back laughter as he looked at her and said, "you look like a tiger came and attacked your feet. are you okay?" he said, taking a glance at her feet. "and where are your shoes?" he asked in an almost concerned manner as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. he was trying to quit smoking, but the more he hung around the music scene, the harder it was to stop, so he only cut it down to one pack every two days. the last cigarette he had was this morning, he was due for another one. he reached for his lighter and brought it up to his face, lighting the end, inhaling a deep drag. he moved the cigarette from his mouth and held the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds, savoring the flavor, before looking up and blowing it out, watching the smoke disappear into the air.
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Post by michelle amani on Oct 24, 2009 9:47:47 GMT -5
 Though the nicotine was slowly calming her down, she was still pretty stressed. She hated having off days because it was extremely rare for hers to get better. Normally, she would lay in bed, curl into a ball, and sleep for hours on end, but that was obviously not going to happen now. She was at work, which, in her case, caused her to miss out on a lot of sleep. If she had a bad day, she'd just have to get through it and hope for it to take a change for the better.
As Michelle continued to stand there smoking, she started to blank out, sorting some things out in her head. It was still only the beginning of tour, but there was an unbelievable amount of thoughts already flowing through her brain. It wasn't until she heard a voice, commenting on her feet, that she broke out of her trance. Since she hadn't really been paying attention, she wasn't able to recognize the voice right away. Looking up, her facial expression changed from curiosity to a brightening smile as she realized that it was Steele who had walked up to her. She loved hanging out with Steele; he was one of those friends who could completely brighten her mood by just being around. With a glance down towards her feet, she noticed more cuts than before. With a sigh, she looked back up at him, but had a small smirk on her face. In a tone that sounded upset, but had a small hint of sarcasm, she looked at him and said, "Man, I was hoping it wasn't that noticeable. I was just trying to pet it, but it completely attacked my feet!" She chuckled, shaking her head at how lame she sounded. She couldn't help it. She was in a crappy mood; one she didn't want to be in. It wouldn't be like her to be completely serious about it.
Of course, it also wouldn't be like her to completely blow it off, which was why she answered the next question honestly. "My shoes? Who knows. Probably flying around a show somewhere, while two little fifteen year old girls are laughing their asses off," she said as she shook her head, still upset that she had been so dumb. Plus, she was still angered at the two girls who had the nerve to jack her shoes. "At least I don't have any more pairs of flip flops," she mumbled to herself, as she stuck the cigarette into her mouth to take one last drag. After a few seconds, she exhaled the smoke, once again watching it swirl and disappear in the air around her, She was always amazed at how quickly a visible substance could disappear into the air. She knew that there was probably some scientific explanation that would explain why it happened, but she had never really been into chemistry.
Subconsciously, she dropped her cigarette onto the ground, and went to stomp it out with her foot, completely forgetting that she was shoeless. Her foot was just about to stomp out the still hot cigarette when she realized what she was doing. "Crap!" she exclaimed, jumping back to avoid hurting her feet anymore than they already were. Of course, this resulted in her bumping straight into Steele. Quickly, she turned around, grabbing him around the waist just in case he started to fall. It wasn't that she was thinking he was weak or anything. Honestly, grabbing him around the waist probably wouldn't do anything if he completely lost his balance. She was just considering what it would be like to have a 5'3 girl forcefully bump into her out of nowhere. She stood there for a minuet, trying to get her racing heart to slow down.
Once it did, she sighed, her mood not even close to its normal, happy, care-free way. She then realized that her arms were still wrapped around Steeles waist. Though she wanted nothing more than a hug, she already felt bad for invading his space. "Ugh, are you okay? I'm so sorry," she said, feeling like a complete klutz. With all the emotions currently running through her, she wondered what ones were showing on her face. Anger, embarrassment, stress, confusion, worry, and more; all running through her system. Ugh, I'm acting like a stupid, hormonal teenager, she thought to herself. Sure, she was a teenager, and could defiantly be hormonal, but that wasn't something she wanted everyone to see. Hell, she didn't want to even see it herself. She wrapped her arms around herself, still a little embarrassed from earlier. Of course, she also wanted to change the conversation. She wasn't one to focus on her negativity. "How'd the show go?" she asked, sort of wondering how big the turn out had been.
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