Post by lucyloo on Sept 19, 2009 13:08:47 GMT -5
Lucy laced the microphone with her fingers before taking yet another bow after the performance. Her second tour, first in Europe, first album professionally published. She couldn’t say that she didn’t expect it to get published. She knew she had at least a little bit of talent left in herself. She just didn’t think that it would make it this big. The thousands of people, seemed like millions. And they all loved what she did, what she wrote, what they preformed. She placed the microphone back into the stand, “Thanks again! You guys are awesome!” Cliché, she knew. But it was a good thing to say, she would have more to say later. At the signing tomorrow. Starting at eleven in the morning, good thing it was inside.
She walked off stage, still hearing the applause and screaming of her fans. A grin was plastered to her face while walking through the halls backstage. Her bassist and guitarist walking behind her, on both sides. Her manager attempting to keep up with them, trying to get her attention. When would he ever learn that right after a concert, he couldn’t talk to her? She ignored him, watching as countless fans tried to break down the gate. The only thing separating her from a stampede of people trying to meet her. Get her autograph. Touch her. She didn’t hate it, but she could do a lot without the touching.
They walked back to the tour bus, settling in, conversing about how well the concert went. What they could do to improve it, and other things like that. The night fell quicker than expected. Soon enough all of them checked into a nearby hotel and lurked away into their separate rooms. Little did they know that Lucy wasn’t a heavy sleeper. Around one in the morning, she exited her room and crept downstairs. They probably wouldn’t be awake anytime soon, they downed practically everything in sight that was labeled alcohol. Not to say that she didn’t.
She exited the hotel and looked around for a nearby alleyway. Maybe she would get lucky, maybe she would have to go searching for a meal.
Word Count: 370
Listened To: Fall Out Boy
And? Anyone can joinn. ^-^
She walked off stage, still hearing the applause and screaming of her fans. A grin was plastered to her face while walking through the halls backstage. Her bassist and guitarist walking behind her, on both sides. Her manager attempting to keep up with them, trying to get her attention. When would he ever learn that right after a concert, he couldn’t talk to her? She ignored him, watching as countless fans tried to break down the gate. The only thing separating her from a stampede of people trying to meet her. Get her autograph. Touch her. She didn’t hate it, but she could do a lot without the touching.
They walked back to the tour bus, settling in, conversing about how well the concert went. What they could do to improve it, and other things like that. The night fell quicker than expected. Soon enough all of them checked into a nearby hotel and lurked away into their separate rooms. Little did they know that Lucy wasn’t a heavy sleeper. Around one in the morning, she exited her room and crept downstairs. They probably wouldn’t be awake anytime soon, they downed practically everything in sight that was labeled alcohol. Not to say that she didn’t.
She exited the hotel and looked around for a nearby alleyway. Maybe she would get lucky, maybe she would have to go searching for a meal.
Word Count: 370
Listened To: Fall Out Boy
And? Anyone can joinn. ^-^