Post by maria clark on Apr 7, 2009 12:23:07 GMT -8
caught up in the moment,
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Maria, wondered into the beer tent, she’d finished lugging All Time Low’s gear about now, and well she had the rest of the night to do whatever she wanted. And well she naturally walked towards the beer tent. She couldn’t ever ask for a better as a job, yeah it left her completely physically drained at the end of a day, but she didn’t care who would? When you got to work for one of your favourite bands ever. It didn’t matter to her, and then at the end of every night she got to come out a drink till she couldn’t stand up anymore. Who could want any more?
She pretty much spent all her time hang around the stages, she didn’t have much time for leaving and actually getting to go around though some of her best mates worked on this tour. She grabbed her drink, in the plastic cup. Which well she didn’t like she’d rather she had the proper glass pint glass, but it would have to do right?
Blah, she took a long drink from the cup, before downing the rest. Yes she drank like a man, she always had. She could handle the alcohol so why not yeah. She ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, giving it the ruffled affect; she hated it always looking straight and flat though she spent at least thirty minutes every morning with her straighter. Just trying to make sure there were no kinks in it at all.
She got a re-fill for her cup and walked to just outside the tent before taking a seat on the grass, she didn’t care about getting her clothes muddy at the moment. She could get them washed; she’d be back in her home state soon, so she’d probably go home one night just so she can get some new stuff so she’d at least look clean. She didn’t know how the bands could do all that stuff with just staying with the like three different sets of clothes to last them a whole tour.
She was wearing, a bright yellow hoodie, which was her favourite... she was wearing a tartan mini skirt, that as well she adored. She was just crazy about it; with fish net tights... she had next to no make-up on her face, just some eye-liner and eye shadow. It was just another average night for her, another night of drinking and then getting up early and well setting all the gear up...
TAG ME;; open
STATUS BABY;; finished
LENGTH;; 417 words
CLOTHES;; what was described above
INFLUENCE;; poppin champagne && ATL
NOTE ME;; blurgh. i dunno. tired.
CREATOR;; i made this, a bit rubbishy but yeah <3
