* primal scream and shout ,

[tamia]

The red head let out a yawn as she packed up her camera equipment. It was just the end of a show and she had gotten a ton of pictures of the band, and that was a good thing. as her red hair fell in her face she had a problem taking the things that needed to be taken off from the camera. Why did she have to screw it on too tight? eh, whatever, she could fix it later. well actually that was a lie. she needed to get everything off now or it would not fit in the case that she had gotten. it was stupid for her to wear it around her neck, especially at a rock concert where things could be easily stolen. And she had no intentions of her belonging getting ambushed while she was still fine and kicking. she adjusted her weight so that her knees were not getting crushed anymore and tried to pry the pieces off. this was going to take a lot more than her puny self. so she sighed and asked a random stranger to help her. he looked strong, and when he got the pieces off she was very grateful. But it did not make sense, she would let a stranger handle her camera but she would not walk around with it in the open? alright then.

Now that she had it all packed up and neat she dusted off her hands on her jeans and then stood up, also brushing off her sneakers and her jeans, especially the knee part. then grabbed the strap to her camera and slung it over her shoulder before tucking her hair behind her ears and walking towards the refreshment stand. she was really thirsty, so it was time to get something to drink and pronto. the girl ordered a mango smoothie and then walked over to the food stand, not sure what she was in the mood for really. maybe she would get something from mcdonald’s or taco bell. Actually, taco bell sounded a lot better than silly mcdonald’s, so that’s what she was going to do. a smile formed as she paid the person and grabbed her soft tacos and her bean and cheese burrito. It was nice that they had all these yummy stand here.

Tamia sat down and unrolled her wrapped up food, figuring that it must have been annoying to wrap up a zillion orders a day. she would probably shoot someone if she had a crummy job like that. which is why she was thankful for the job that she had now. so she bit her bottom lip and continued to eat the yummy food. whoever thought of this needed to be both slapped and hugged. Slapped, since it was obviously very bad for you, but also hugged because it was the best thing her taste buds had ever tasted. So it really was a win / lose situation but oh well. now that she was done she wiped her hands on the mound of napkins that the clerk had given her ( really, it was just her. she did not need a pound of napkins ) and then wiped her face too, wincing as some of her make up was coming off, as it was evident in the napkin. Ah well, that’s probably what she got for wearing make up in the first place. and it was not like she caked it on either, but you know.

Now it was starting to get really hot, and she wished that she would not have worn these jeans and her lace up converses. it was just too hot for this kind of clothing, but oh well. she grabbed her tray and threw her garbage away before placing the tray on top of the garbage. She wondered how many people accidentally threw those things away a day. then she straightened out her shirt that was apparently supposed to be a dress but she did not think so. then she threw the strap over her shoulder again and kept walking, now reaching the parking lot.

she made her way through the sea of people, hoping that no one would crush her with their car. that would really put a damper on her day. and while she was thinking that some rude person just walked right into her, knocking her down and sprawling the contents of her case while they continued to walk along, shouting at an apparent friend. well, how rude.

TAGGED; iggy ( jarrod ).
WORDS; 751.
OUTFIT; click.
NOTES; fails, i am sorry.
CREDIT; CONTAGIOUS CHEMISTRY !, you me at six.

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