Post by ZELDA EVANS on Jan 25, 2013 15:43:19 GMT -8
make this worth my time
a cigarette hung from the blonde's lips as she hovered over her cameraman's shoulder, watching the footage he had captured of one of the bands earlier sets. her eyes scanned the screen, immediately looking for any faults. by the end of it, her cameraman was looking at her expectantly, no doubt awaiting the verdict. with a stiff nod, she had to admit it was good. with all the interviews she was going to be doing over the duration of the tour, zelda had determined she needed more footage for her opening sequences, to ensure they weren't so.. repetitive. different footage of each of the bands would hopefully help with that.
giving him instructions to go aorund the other side of the stage to get a different angle, zelda settled in to wait for him to return. leaning against a spare amp in the backstage area, her media pass preventing her from being tossed out like some of the others who snuck backstage to meet the musicians everyone made such a fuss about. her eyes glanced over the papers in her hand, basic information about the tour, really. as always, one particular name stuck out to her. taking one last drag of her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground, crushing it underfoot rather aggressively. just thinking of that particular douchebag made zel see red. but as he was nowhere in sight, zelda managed to distract herself. she flicked her lighter aimlessly for a few moments, before deciding another cigarette might very well calm her down. it was a habit she'd picked up in high school, and ever since, zel had been hooked. it was unhealthy, sure, but aside from drinking, it was the only way she felt she could unwind.
lighting up, she inhaled hungrily, folding the paper up and turning her eyes to the bustle behind the scenes. people were moving around, and without the normal noise coming from the stage area, zelda figured it must have been between sets. straightening up a little, she began to pay more attention, scanning the people for a face she recognized. she had no idea who was just on the stage, which was unlike zelda who had to know absolutely everything, but she was hoping she'd bump into someone worth interviewing. all she'd seen so far was just roadies. and she knew no one wanted to hear what they had to say.
giving him instructions to go aorund the other side of the stage to get a different angle, zelda settled in to wait for him to return. leaning against a spare amp in the backstage area, her media pass preventing her from being tossed out like some of the others who snuck backstage to meet the musicians everyone made such a fuss about. her eyes glanced over the papers in her hand, basic information about the tour, really. as always, one particular name stuck out to her. taking one last drag of her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground, crushing it underfoot rather aggressively. just thinking of that particular douchebag made zel see red. but as he was nowhere in sight, zelda managed to distract herself. she flicked her lighter aimlessly for a few moments, before deciding another cigarette might very well calm her down. it was a habit she'd picked up in high school, and ever since, zel had been hooked. it was unhealthy, sure, but aside from drinking, it was the only way she felt she could unwind.
lighting up, she inhaled hungrily, folding the paper up and turning her eyes to the bustle behind the scenes. people were moving around, and without the normal noise coming from the stage area, zelda figured it must have been between sets. straightening up a little, she began to pay more attention, scanning the people for a face she recognized. she had no idea who was just on the stage, which was unlike zelda who had to know absolutely everything, but she was hoping she'd bump into someone worth interviewing. all she'd seen so far was just roadies. and she knew no one wanted to hear what they had to say.
400. open. kinda short, but first zel post. yay.