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Post by elle on Jun 30, 2009 0:26:45 GMT -5
The mess of people around her looked like a big clump of skin and sweat, gyrating as a single unit to the pulse of over-sized speakers lining the walls of the room. Giselle was sitting at a the bar, legs crossed with the stem of a martini glass pinched tightly between her fingers, trying to separate one individual from their partner. It really was difficult in the dim light. People were pressed so closely together that only a severe contrast of light and dark could distinguish the forms. And most everyone was wearing a dark color. Giselle didn't envy any of them. She was quite comfortable sitting on her barstool right under an air vent. The thought of all those sticky bodies rubbing up against her still almost fresh-out-of-the-shower skin was disgusting. She took another sip from her glass, not even feeling the buzz yet.
Giselle had left her hotel room in hopes of sniffing out the subject of her next piece, be it the scathing kind or the legit kind. Either one would hold her over, as long as she had something work with. If something didn't pop up soon she'd have to take drastic measures and go snoop around people's houses, dig in garbage cans and gain entry posing as a cleaning service provided by the tour - a temp girl though, the regular was sick. It wasn't below her. After high school Elle had hoped those days were long gone, but if it had to be done it had to be done. Though, she'd have to find a ski mask somewhere, and somehow she anticipated that being slightly difficult in the dead middle of summer on an island. Warm, fuzzy and knitted just weren't in style at the moment. The maid seemed a little more feasible. Their uniforms consisted of a name-tag, a big t-shirt and a pair of leggings that looked horrendous on the gargantuan cellulite-ridden thighs of most people employed by the cleaning agency, but which would look half-way decent on Giselle. Maybe she'd throw in a bandanna for good measure.
Giselle couldn't spot anyone worth-while in the crowd; which didn't actually surprise her. It was still a bit early for the headliners to be out. Or rather, it was a bit early for the headliners to already be blitzed and making a fool out of themselves. A few of them were probably milling around inconspicuously. Elle knew she had a long night ahead of her though, so she relaxed back a little in her seat. Usually, her scouting nights went like this: 1. get there early to scout the place out. 2. Have a drink at the bar and chat with the other people sitting around. It was amazing how much she could learn from even the fans. Leave it to a die hard to have all the dirty secrets though right? 3. Wait for someone who she could potentially get a story out of to get to that perfect "spilling-stuff" point of inebriation and go flirt with them until she got the dirt she wanted. 4. Have another drink. 5. Go grind up some stardust. Granted, Elle was a little new at trying to squeeze the juice out of people with actual fame, but the big leagues didn't intimidate her.
Someone a few seats down the bar erupted with into a fit of girlish screaming: the kind that had fan-girl written all over it. Elle narrowed her eyes but she couldn't make out who was being fan-girl molested. They were just beyond the reach of the bar-lights. To her other side, next to an empty seat, to guys were leaning in whispering to each other. But as hard as she tried to focus her ears on their conversation Elle could only make out snatches. "...after work...bar fight..." Bar fights happened every day though. And they weren't worth reporting unless someone who would have been worth talking about otherwise was involved. The two guys looked like nobodies to Giselle, but far be it from her to think that she knew all the roadies and crew. This had potential. She set her glass down on the bar and tried to listen harder but it was no use. The music was just too loud.
t a g g e d ;; OPEN
w o r d s ;; 706
o u t f i t ;; she's the next big thing
l y r i c_c r e d i t s ;; She is the New Thing ;; the Horrors
t e m p l a t e_c r e d i t s ;; ME
n o t e s ;; Eh, not bad.
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