Post by TAWNY MARIAH HUGHES on Jul 25, 2011 1:25:22 GMT -4
| [atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/11ah8as.jpg) ;] something perfectly obscure. Well, she'd done it. Rory had successfully snagged herself an intern position with Relapse Records. She wasn't sure if it was her charming smile or the fact that her resume screamed workaholic. Nonetheless, here she was breathing in this air. Her blood practically boiled with excitement and she felt like a kid in the candy shop. Who wouldn't be excited about their first tour? Rory's heart jumped into her mouth at the thought of all the possibilities. Maybe she'd do such a good job she'd get moved up, or she'd fall in love. Whoa, slow down. She had to remind herself that all this could be taken from her in the blink of an eye. The thought scared her so much that she took back all her previous reveries. business, i'm here for business. She kept telling herself... but really? The girl felt like this was one big playground. It was a place for young adults to act immature again. Everywhere she had looked people were laughing or cracking jokes on each other. What business could possibly be going on here? Anyway, she had such a work ethic that she wasn't worried about getting fired or anything of that nature. Work always came first, there was no doubt about that. Rory would do her best at whatever it was, even though sometimes she was left without a mission. Any normal person would be thankful for that.. but that left her a bit irritated. It meant she could relax or be a human. What a thought. She stepped off a tour bus, wincing as the door slammed behind her. It was sunny outside, she noticed a few lazy puffs of clouds drifting here and there, but the weather looked promising. This day looked promising. Rory didn't know many people on tour, save her look alike friend, Chelsea Torres. She wouldn't bother her though, she figured she was off doing important things. Rory sighed, descending off the steps and blinking behind silver aviators. Rory yawned lightly, picking at her band tank top. A couple of people roamed around the parking lot, smoking God knows what or chatting carelessly with one another. Rory pretended she knew exactly what they were saying, engrossed in some serious people watching. It was interesting, people often mistook her for checking them out when she was innocently observing. Didn't anyone do that anymore? She trotted lightly down the steps in her worn blue toms, clutching a couple of vip passes tightly. Her own all access pass swung off her neck, matching her bubbly footsteps with a clock like tick. These were hers to freely give away. It looked good for the record label to occasionally make somebody's day. Rory knew she'd be ever so thankful if anyone had ever done that for her. She began her journey across the lengthy parking lot, ignoring the sound of gravel crunching beneath her soles. The intern could hear the sound of guitars being tuned in the distance and she could just barely make out the merch booths. It was earlier in the day, she figured the doors would be opening sooner rather than later. Rory walked at a leisurely pace, enjoying the feeling of the sun gently on her skin. It wasn't too hot yet. Eventually it would get to the point where she'd have a midsummer tan. Ah, it was all so satisfying. Given there were some things she missed about home. For instance, her dog Gatsby. Her german shepherd was like her world and then some. Not to say she was some freaky old lady with her dog. But everyone knew these things. Animals were that way, they pulled your heart strings. Rory couldn't say she missed her two jobs at a shoe store and at the bookstore. While those jobs were oh, so entertaining.. she could live without. It was unfortunate however, she had a respectable position there. Now she felt like the lowly underdog intern. Rory couldn't have that. She absolutely hated feeling inferior to anybody else. Stupid, you had to start somewhere. It was like her to want to start at the top no matter what. Rory was impatient to be seen, heard, and respected. It was instilled in her to be the best you could say. Even though she was hardly that. Her coral lips morphed into a frown at all her downer thoughts. She was in this amazing place, why was she thinking like this? She drew her tongue over her teeth, changing the subject. Rory was determined to meet some cute boys. The grounds were swarming with them, so it wouldn't be that hard to do. She was charming enough, the twenty-one year old was told that numerous times.. they couldn't all be lying. She could feel her self-confidence beginning to ebb like the ocean tide. In tattered jean shorts and a black racerback, she wasn't anything special. Rory blended in like nobody's business. It was a sad thought, truly. Oh well, maybe her passes would bribe some one to entertain her for the day. Was that abusing power? Ha, probably. A shiver passed down her spine as a cool wind suddenly swirled around her. Y'know what? Everything was perfectly wonderful. She was getting the opportunity of the life time. Meeting people that little girls worshiped. There was nothing more to complain about. Today would be a good day. She'd bet on it. |
O P E N . 900 W O R D S. POINTLESS AND RAMBLY SORRY.
