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Post by aly on May 24, 2012 23:52:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]I'll get to speaking, let you know how I feel WORDS 350. OUTFIT CLICK. TAGGED RENA/GABE. NOTES <3. Aylis loved her job, adored it really. Simply for the fact that she was getting paid to do what she loved to do, take pictures. The fact that the pictures she was taking were of famous rock stars was a bonus in and of itself. Now pair that with being subjected to some of your favorite music day in and day out and, well, Aylis Kingsley was in heaven. It still blew her mind that she, out of hundreds of applicants, had made the cut. An eighteen year old nobody, out on her own for the first time ever. Was this what growing up was like? Was this how one became an adult? Aly didn't know, but one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to mess up this opportunity.
Initially when the tour director assigned her to get some back stage shots of the bands for an article/update thing for the tour website, Aylis was hesitant. The young blonde wasn't exactly the photoshoot type, she was the candid girl. The one who got that perfect shot of the split second when the screamer looked bad ass while screaming instead of like he was having a seizure. The one who managed to capture that half an instant when the lead singer looks solemn and fore lorn just before singing his heart out. The one who caught that perfect moment when everyone looks like a moron and they don't even realize it. Yeah that was Aly's forte. Why? Because it required mass amounts of creepage and no talking.
Still, wanting to please her boss Aylis was now making her way sheepishly backstage, camera ready for any shot. She spotted the guitarist for Wake For Young Souls and while she wanted to run the other way like a little sissy she knew she could, she cleared her throat and just as he passed by spoke up. "I uhm... could I get some pictures of you? Its for the tour website" her words were rushed and semi quiet, but it was her best and boldest attempt. Even in spite of the nerves running through her. I'll get to judging, make you see my appeal |
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Post by gabriel luis del angel on May 25, 2012 0:30:05 GMT -5
SITTING IN THIS ROOM PLAYING RUSSIAN ROULETTE Fresh sweat still clung to his forehead as Gabe Del Angel lit up a joint backstage. His dark hair clung to his face and he was fairly sure he smelled terrible. However, that didn't both him so much as the fact that he had been offstage for ten minutes and still hadn't had the chance to light up.
Putting the rolled paper to his lips, Gabe set the end ablaze, walking passively to head out back. He had given up on hiding his habit long ago. People knew he was a smoker of any and everything and with the way his career was going, he figured he was allowed to be cocky enough to assume he could get away with it. Like anyone, he had had a few close calls but being the smooth talker he was, Gabe had easily managed to get himself out of them. The only time he hadn't used his words to get out of a situation, he'd simply run and hid and been lucky enough to get out unscathed.
He chuckled, remembering the incident with a smile. He would have fondly remembered it had he not been stopped mid-memory by a young blond girl with a camera. His ever-sleepy eyes studied her for a moment. She seemed nervous and like she definitely needed a break so he shrugged. "If we can do this outside then I'm down." he replied, his lazy smile surfacing on his lips. Without another word he continued his slow steps towards the door and opened it, ready to greet the night and any fans who might have been waiting eagerly to meet himself and the other guys. WORDS 276 TAGGED REE/ALY NOTES <333 TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by aly on Jul 17, 2012 10:22:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]I'll get to speaking, let you know how I feel WORDS 304. OUTFIT CLICK. TAGGED RENA/GABE. NOTES THIS SUCKS, I'M SORRY! Aylis loved her job, adored it really, but she had trouble dealing with people. Taking pictures? No problem, talking to strangers? That made her want to go find the nearest ditch and jump in. So naturally her nerves were running rampant as she awaited the reply to her request. It wasn't exactly what she had been expecting though. Most of the time she either got told to 'fuck off' or to 'make it quick', this had to be one of the few times someone was actually cooperating fully.
Unfortunately he wanted to go outside, which meant the clean crisp back drop back stage provided, as well as the light, would be gone. She'd have to deal with that god awful flash, and the web designers would probably begrudge her for the more than lucky suckie contrast. However she didn't tell the man before her any of that, nor did she give anything away about her secret silent cringe. Instead she bit her bottom lip, not making eye contact, and nodded, following after him quickly.
The night air rushed up to meet her as she followed after Mr. Del Angel, who was promptly assaulted with a crowd of fans, all just begging for his autograph or a hug. Yet another reason why out doors was probably less than a good idea. However she was good at what she did, despite her young age, and Aylis was confident she could make this work. So without a word the blonde lifted the camera to eye level and began snapping away, circling the parameter of the fan crowd like a predator stalking prey, snapping away taking the opportunity to get some candid shots. Of course she needed actually pictures of him, ones without fans, so after a few more snaps she stopped and waited patiently for her opportunity. I'll get to judging, make you see my appeal |
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