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Post by Eileen Avel Milas on Jul 23, 2012 0:11:17 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 445 WORDS ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Lena was having a good day. The Monster Music Fest had started, and she was there early. She had smothered herself in sun screen, and brought some extra just in case that was left in her car. The teen was wearing a bathing suit under her clothes because she and her friends were planning on taking advantage of the pool at the hotel later, plus it was a lot cooler since she could wear a lower cut shirt, and she did not have to worry about flashing her bra to unwanted people. The blonde had a smile on her face as she walked around, taking photos of this and that. One of the bands she knew, but wasn't all that fond of, was playing on the stage, so she was spending more time out and about around the venue. The girl double checked that she had her backstage pass in her lanyard around her neck and continued on, stopping to say "hello" to a few of the crew members that she knew really well from her previous years with the festival. The petite girl hummed softly to herself as she found herself at the ramps built near the edge of the venue and she smiled softly while watching the guys pulling their favorite tricks, showing off and just generally having a good time. Eileen crouched down to get some good shots of them, managing to catch one of the younger ones mid-fall before he hit the bottom, wincing empathetically. Eileen couldn't keep from smiling, despite the annoying pieces of her hair that wouldn't stay back in her braid falling in to her face. It was going to be a great day, she could already tell. The teen had always loved the tour, and she highly doubted that the days ahead were going to let her down any. Her only fear, though, was that those who knew her would continue to think of her as "the kid". She was not a child anymore. She was an adult, living on her own. It wasn't like she hadn't always been a bit more independent, but that was not the point. Eileen's goal was to have fun that summer, and to let people know that she really wasn't a child anymore and didn't need protection. Whatever. It was not the time to think on that. Lena figuratively shrugged it off, and continued to take photos, though maybe she should have better thought out where she was, considering she was small enough as it was, all crouched down like that, she was a prime target to trip someone up on accident.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 23, 2012 19:01:53 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
The weather had proven to be a beautiful day for skateboarding, but definitely not for jeans. At least Sullivan had been smart enough to wear make shift shorts and a tank top. Sullivan Jones had plenty of time to kill before he had to gear up for the stage. He had decided that he would spend his morning out and about rather than stuck in his tour bus. Ultimately he had decided on watching some of the skaters tear up the ramps. Thankfully Call Me Ishmael was booked for every show, so Sullivan would have the whole tour to catch all the other bands playing.
Sullivan pressed the metal can he had in his hands up to his lips and took a chug of Mountain Dew. Not the best choice for him, but he needed some energy and he had convinced himself it was better than consuming an energy drink. He watched as one of the skaters bailed. Sullivan sucked in a bit off air, winching as if he had fallen himself. "Ouch!" If only Sullivan could go out there and skate as well. He definitely couldn't measure up to the pros, and if he did anything to damage his hands the band would have his head. Still, he could dream.
Sullivan ran his hand through his hair, glad that he had kept it down for the day. It would have taken him a good thirty minutes to spike it up. If he had left thirty minutes from now he wouldn't have been able to get a spot as good as this. He looked around to see his current company. Mostly photographers and other members of skate crews. No fellow musicians that Sullivan could recognize by face. Sullivan began to move away from his spot, certain that he could find a better one, only to connect with some unknown mass. Before he could properly react, Sullivan fell forward onto the hard pavement, saved by an unknown source that had probably been the same reason that made him fall.
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Post by Eileen Avel Milas on Jul 24, 2012 15:42:04 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 366 WORDS ( TAGGED ) OPEN/SULLIVAN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE It was more than a little warm out there, but Lena didn't mind it too much. She was enjoying the fact that she was on the tour. It had been her life for so long, and she honestly couldn't imagine being anywhere else right then. It was her safe haven. She loved being surrounded by the music and the energy. There was no greater place to be. Well, okay, maybe a cooler climate location would be nice, but whatever. It was not that big of a deal, anyway. Eileen was definitely looking forward to the shows up in Canada, though. Those always tended to be her favorite. The thought alone made a slight smile tug on her lips as she snapped another photo of the guys showing off. A few of them were familiar, boys she had met before, but for the most part, nobody around her was someone she knew. It was a little disappointing, but she would deal with it.
Eileen had no idea how long she had been there before she felt something run in to her, and then she was being tripped over, causing her to fall over with a gasp, scraping her arm on the gravel beneath her. The blonde winced a little, more worried about her camera than herself, before remembering the person that she had tripped up. The young woman's eyes widened and she quickly moved to get up onto her knees and look at the young man that had tripped over her. "Oh, my god," she said, quickly throwing a hand up to cover her mouth before she dropped it. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... Are you okay?" The tour fan was quite upset and hoping that she hadn't seriously hurt the guy. That would only make her feel worse than she already did. She was flushed not only from the heat but from embarrassment as well. Maybe she should have stayed standing up. It had been stupid to crouch down like that, but it had been a much better angle too. "I'm really, really sorry." Eileen felt so terrible about having made someone fall over like that.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 24, 2012 17:48:56 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
Sullivan pushed himself up off the ground, picking up the thin head band that had gotten loose during the collision. It was his lucky orange head band he wore to almost every gig. The damn thing had become somewhat of a trademark amongst the band's die hard fans He would have been upset if he had somehow lost it. He stretched the material out a bit, flipping his hair to the side before placing it back on his head. "No harm, no foul right?" Other than his hands and parts of his shirt being covered in the sticky green soda Sullivan was all well and good. If anything he probably have a scrape on his left elbow, but rather than offend the girl in front of him, he choose to examine it later.
The girl he had tripped over was young and pretty cute as well. They way she seemed to fidget in her spot at least clued him in on how bad she felt. So far she didn't seem like the sort of person who had a high sense of self. Sadly tours like this could gather quite a few of those arrogant groups of people. The most obvious thing Sullivan noticed was that he towered over her. What was she doing on the ground when she was so small to begin with?
"Are you okay miss?" he drew a blank on what was the politest option to address her, so he took a gamble on 'miss.' He gave her a once over to make sure she wasn't bleeding anywhere. Sullivan did notice the rather nice looking camera she was cradling in her hands. Was she working for some magazine? She seemed a bit young, but then again folks always seemed to say the same thing about him. Rather than silently poke away at what her purpose was, Sullivan decided to take action. "My name's Sullivan Jones. Are you working on an article or something? Will your camera okay?"
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Post by Eileen Avel Milas on Jul 25, 2012 13:45:26 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 422 WORDS ( TAGGED ) OPEN/SULLIVAN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Lena seemed to almost visibly relax once the young man had told her that he was alright. That was a great thing, in her opinion, especially after she took a moment or two to recognize the boy. She couldn't quite remember his name, there were too many of them on the tour, but knew he was in one of the bands, though not one of them she spent a lot of time listening to. She did listen to a little of each act, however, and found that she generally liked one or two songs from each. Music was uniquely expressive in the way it could change from one genre to the next and still reach out to so many people. "My name's Sullivan Jones. Are you working on an article or something? Will your camera okay?" Sullivan. She would have to put that to memory, and had to deny her extreme want to call him "Sally" or something equally ridiculous. She blamed spending time with Kristian the night before. That man always tended to bring out a more silly side of her given that he was like a big child himself. "Oh, I'm Lena. Well, Eileen, but you can call me 'Lena'," she told the musician with a nod as she finally pushed herself completely upright, looking over her camera. "It is perfectly fine, though, the camera, I mean. No harm done." The teen shook her head a little, brushing her loose bangs out of her eyes before looking back to Sullivan with a bright smile. "No, I'm no reporter. It would be kind of nice, I think, though. I'm just a fan. Monster Music Fest is my favorite subject, it always has been." Eileen's most favorite photos of her own were ones that she had taken during the previous Fests that she had been to. It was a perk of having grown up on the tour, she had gotten to see so much. "I've been going on the tour every year since I was young, but this is the first time I've done so alone. My dad used to work as a security member, but he's retired now." Lena nodded once again, smiling brightly before giggling a little. "Sorry, that was a bit more information than you probably wanted to know." Lena knew that she apparently had a habit of talking too much, but she rarely knew when she really was because it never seemed like she spoke that much to herself.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 25, 2012 17:08:34 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
"Lena, huh? Well it's nice to meet you," Even if he had to trip over her. When she didn't comment on the fact that he was in a band he simply shrugged. It was actually nicer that way. He was starting to learn that it was always awkward when someone was all over you. "It not too much info. Plus, if you ever end up being a reporter, there is no such thing as too much information," he let out a small laugh. He could tell she was excited about the tour starting. He could relate, Sullivan was constantly told that he got way too excited about things. Her word vomit was a bit endearing.
"I started going to Monster Music Fest as a fan too. Last year we were able to book a few dates regionally, but this year we're on for all the cities. I'm excited to explore all these interesting places with some new folks," Festivals like this was the best way to network with other people in the field. A decent day out on the town with another person could land you a sweet tour or song collaboration down the road. Of course Sullivan was much more concerned with meeting cool musicians he could hang with and talk shop.
"You don't have anyone else with you?" the concern clear in his expression. That was dangerous for a girl as small as her. There were loads of jerks roaming around the stages. "I hope your Dad taught you some good moves. Your 'trip move' has been proven to work, so that's one down," he said grinning. "I've never been with parents, but my band members are like a second family. You can only imagine the kind of trouble four boys can get into around here."
"Any particular bands you want to get shots of, or is most of your work about the sports and the crowd?" Photographers were a dime a dozen here and anyone with a camera or even and iPhone called themselves Press. Sullivan was curious if any of her work was good, or just like the rest of the junk that circulates around the internet. "If you're any good, you should get shots of my band. I'd like to see how the stack up against everyone else out here. He motioned out towards everyone around them. Tons of kids had cameras of all sizes pulled out. Some were much more interested in the screen than actually watching what was going on. Sullivan shook his head a bit in disappointment at the sight. If you have time that is. Our stage time is usually around mid day."
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Post by Eileen Avel Milas on Jul 27, 2012 22:58:09 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 784 WORDS ( TAGGED ) OPEN/SULLIVAN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "It not too much info. Plus, if you ever end up being a reporter, there is no such thing as too much information." Eileen giggled softly and smiled brightly as she nodded a little, hugging her camera to her chest, flicking the loose strands of her hair back out of her face. "I guess you have a point there. Of course, in that case it's about getting the information, not just giving it, |
[/color]" she replied with a slight nod, uncrossing her arms to move her camera so that it was dangling from her shoulder via the strap on it. It was a lot more comfortable that way, plus she could rest her hand on it and not have to worry about someone trying to jack it. She smiled and nodded, listening to Sullivan talk about how he had visited the tour as a fan first. It had to be pretty incredible to start as a fan and make your way to that stage. Lena would have loved to do something like that, but she had stage fright and did not think she could ever bring herself to get on a stage. She would much rather stay behind the camera than be in front of it. No, she was better being a part of the crowd. It was better suited for her, she thought. She never really stood out anyway. Pushing aside that random thought, the teen focused once again on her conversation, though an outsider would never realize her thoughts had started to stray. " You don't have anyone else with you?[/color]" Lena could not help but smile slightly at the look of concern that crossed the other teen's face and she giggled a little as she shook her head. " No, not really. I mean, I've got friends across the country I'm meeting at various stops, and I know a lot of people on the tour, from repeat acts to crew members that have been around a while, so it's not like I'm completely alone. Kris, from Porcelain, is one of my closer friends, as is that security guard, Aleix. 'Course, Lex is a lot like an older brother to me, so I'm sure my dad made him promise to keep an eye on me." She nodded, brushing the loose strands of her hair back out of her face yet again. She knew her dad well enough to know he never would have agreed if the man had not talked to some of the people that they knew to watch after her a bit. It was a little annoying, to be honest, but she would deal. It wasn't like Lex or anyone was hovering. It was her chance to discover life and everything that went with it. Of course, some of her friends that were doing the same would rather do so by throwing themselves at some of the acts, something Lena would rather avoid. If she were to get with someone, she would want it to be because they really liked her and wanted to be with her, not because they wanted a quick fling. " Oh, yes," Eileen stated with a nod and a soft giggle when Sullivan made mention of her dad teaching her some good moves in self defense, smiling at the mention of her 'trip move'. " I only save that one for the best, so you should feel honored." The girl nodded once again with a soft giggle and a bright smile, glancing over toward the venue at some kind of commotion from it before focusing once again on the young man in front of her as he asked about who or what she wanted to take photos of. " Well, I'm really here to support Road's End this year. They're my favorite," she explained with a nod and another smile. " But, really, there's not many acts on the tour I'm not fond of, and I want to try to get a good variety of photos of different things from stop to stop, y'know? Got a picture of Kris and the guitarist of Porcelain having a lightsabre fight on stage last night. It was pretty amazing." Lena knew that she was probably talking a lot again, oops; but, at least the guy did not seem to care. She giggled, nose crinkling slightly as Sullivan mentioned taking photos of his band later that day and she nodded a little. " It was on my agenda, actually. You're welcome to judge for yourself, if you want." She held her camera out to Sullivan, then, for him to look through the ones on the digital camera if he wanted to. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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