falling s l o w l y -- open

[Isabella Castellona]

for it's been so long since i have seen you
i can hardly remember your face anymore
outfit

Another day at the office and another day of being surrounded by asshole musicians. Sure not all of them were bad, Hale seemed pretty normal but he was rare. She enjoyed her work, photographing the fame and the drugs and the craziness of the music but at the same time she didn't like interacting with them too much. For the duration of the show she maneuvered herself around the stage shooting the band and then when they ended she slid into the corner of the bar to run through the photos and get a drink.

"Can I get a Vodka and Sprite? Yeah thanks." She muttered to the tender as she took the drink from his hand. And then she watched. Bella enjoyed watching people at shows. Picking out which ones were groupies, which ones were blowing lines on the toilet, which guy had the biggest ego, etc. It was entertaining for a bit, she could pretend briefly that she was like them. She could also make fun of them for a bit, pretend that they were more pathetic than she was. Especially the girls. The ones that were covered in makeup with the trashy clothing and the big fake boobs. She knew she was less pathetic than them, at least she didn't use her body to manipulate people.

Bella yawned softly as the musicians came off the stage, she was bored by all this already. The thin brunette crossed one bare leg over the other, pulling her gray dress down a bit to cover some of her thigh. Taking a long swig of her drink she dug into her camera bag and pulled out a pack of Smooths. Lighting one quickly she inhaled deeply letting the nicotine sooth her nerves a bit. The white cylinder dangled from her fingers elegantly as she glanced around the show once more and then killed her drink. "Yeah can I get another, thanks." She said with a nod to the tender handing him her cash as he handed her the drink.

She was bored. She was tired. She wasn't ready to go home to her empty motel room either. Bee was used to solitude but she was tired of it, in a city that she knew it was fine because she'd roam around and get to know the place but here it was hard. When you didn't know how to get around the city and you had nothing else to do it was pretty miserable being by yourself. SIghing softly she lifted her chin and blew smoke rings into the air to pass the time.

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