On the Job {Kill the Lighters: Band, Crew, or Fan}

[Lucy Ophelia Morrison]

[ t o o k a w a l k t o a c a u t i o n s c e n e ]
GUESS I CROSSED THE LINE SOMEHOW

So here she was. Lucy stood in the area between crowd and stage, where security stood to try to contain the madness and catch any wayward crowd surfers. She stood grumbling with a large yellow poncho covering her body, the hood covering her unkempt hair. This afternoon, Lucy had gone to deliver the latest shots of Kill the Lights to her boss. After congratulating her on a job well done, the boss had said, ”You’ve been working hard, Lucy. Here, I want to give these to you.” And out of his trouser pocket he had pulled a ticket and a laminated backstage pass. Lucy’s eyes had lit up as she had snatched the ticket away. “Who is it fo-?” Lucy’s excited grin had fallen as she had seen what group was going to be playing: Kill the Lights. Have fun, you deserve it. But if you can, try to get some more photos? He had said as Lucy had stalked out of his office. She had been expecting something more: Metallica, any classic band really, Bring Me the Horizon, or something hardcore, or even something pop-ish? Hell, Luce even would have gone to see Lady Gaga. Of course, Lucy’s main thing was rock and roll in general. But really, give her a ticket and pass to a band that she saw often and maybe even a little too much? Not that she didn’t enjoy their music, but some people need a break from their daily routine, which consisted of Lucy having to snap photographs of the band every chance that she had (or rather at every event that the band was attending, which happened to be a lot lately). It’s not that she didn’t enjoy the company of the band either, but it was true that Owen’s pranks could be a little off-putting. Especially when Lucy was on a tight schedule.

So, as stated before, here she was. Lucy stood shivering in the cold and in the drizzle, her large camera with its waterproof casing on. Lucy had even taken the time to buy a pair of earplugs, seeing as she would have the amps blaring in her face and the fans screaming behind her at this outdoor show. She craved a cigarette like hell but didn’t dare light it, as the heavens above would probably curse her even more by turning the drizzle into a steady downpour. Seriously, was it that important that the band play in the midst of an oncoming winter storm? Really, what she wouldn’t give to be home, smoking a ciggy, sitting on her couch with a cup of coffee and either her laptop or a book. What most normal people did during bad weather. Of course, Lucy didn’t believe that her old coot of a boss thought her to be “normal.” He probably thought her to have nerves of steel, seeing how much work that he gave her all of the time. Maybe he had taken her little title of “photographer extraordinaire” to the extreme.

Lucy took a hand to adjust her scarf from under her poncho and no sooner than that had the show begun. Lucy had not even seen the appearance of the band members on the stage; the only warning that she had gotten was the sound of the fans’ hysteric screaming. “RYAN!” A teenage boy screamed in Lucy’s ear as the lead vocalist took the mike. Jamming her earplugs even farther into her ears with an index finger, Lucy took the cap off of the camera, brought the lens to her eyes, and began to do her job. And as the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae, the rain had begun to pour in torrents. Of course, that didn’t dispel the fans or the performers, but Lucy was plagued with thoughts of home.
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It was three hours later and the last song had ended. The rain had subsided back to a soft drizzle and the fans died down and began to disperse once the band had run off of the stage, probably to escape the wet and the cold. Lucy brought her camera down from her eyes and trudged around from the front of the stage to the back, taking a hand to pop the earplugs from her ears. Lazily showing her backstage laminate to a security guard, he let her pass. Sidestepping a couple of groupies in mini-skirts and tube-tops (Really? It was freezing cold and they wore this just to try and get a lay? Pathetic.), Lucy stopped her pace by a nearby table and took off her cheap, plastic poncho and tossed it aside. Placing her laminate around her neck to join the strap of her camera, Lucy set off to find the food. Did the boss expect her to go through that and then not get any perks? A smile appeared on Lucy’s face as she had finally found the refreshment table, some crew members and others already having taken dibs on (or rather having stolen) some of the food before the band had partaken in it.

Taking her left hand to tousle her damp, tangled hair, her right hand dug into a basket of muffins. She began to eat ravenously, grabbing another muffin in her other hand. Luce wasn’t sure whether she was eating from hunger or from fear or getting caught taking food that was strictly for the performers. Ah, fuck it. The boss had said to have fun, right? Well, this was the most fun that she had had all night long.

OOC: Sorry if the descriptions are a little... whack? I tried to describe the outdoor stage that I was at when I went to Warped Tour last summer. Once again, sorry for the lame description.

AND IF I LOST SOME OF YOUR HOPE
[ i ' m s o r r y f o r t h e f o l l y w a s a l l m i n e ]
words:: meh, about twice the minimum? sorry, word count of my computer has gone whack. just like my writing skills. credit:: XREEBEAR of Caution 2.0 <3