Post by riley on Dec 22, 2011 23:45:59 GMT
This was a passion. This was his dream more or less. He was doing something he loved. Even though it wasn’t exactly how he had imagined it, but it involved music and that was good enough for Riley. He could keep the same job for the rest of his life and never once would you be able to catch this kid complaining about his job. Maybe about the people, but never the actual job. Riley has a passion for music and even though he is only a roadie, this job allows him to be surrounded by music all the time. Not many people knew about his past, even littler knew about his ex-band. However, it was the main reason for the boys ease on stage. The way his fingers wrapped carelessly around the cord with ease keeping the access from being wrapped around his feet as he walked in circles making pointless statements asking the small, but steadily growing crowd random questions, not really listening for a response.
It would be a lie for Riley to say that he wasn’t slightly jealous of Caitlyn and Cale at times when he watched them performing. All he could think was, that should have been him, and he should have been up on stage singing his heart out, reciting lyrics that meant something to him. Not that he was angry about it, oh no, he just wishes that things would have ended differently. He could have been on stage with his band, versus doing a mike check for Injected Hopeless. Of course, that sounds bad, Riley is grateful for his job, grateful that he still has the ability to work in the music industry. Without having even a high school diploma there isn’t much that the boy could do if he lost his job. His fingers slipped from the cord allowing it to thump with a dull thud against the wooden platform as he put it into a mike stand moving on to the next mike repeating the process while a guitar tech played a few frets.
By the time, Riley reached the last mike the crowd was large and obviously growing anxious waiting for the band to make their appearance. Riley waited around for the first song watching the band perform before heading off. Riley had a routine for every performance and he followed it every time without fail. The boy would sound check everything watch the first song to assure that everything was working properly before venturing off to explore and watch the other bands performing. He adjusted his beanie as he walked past the different stages; dull eyes running over each face on every stage he passed looking for something that sparked his interest. His growing frustration was easily visible to those who knew his quirky habits as his fingers tugged on the ends of his curly hair as he continued to walk around in a bored manner.
The boy was sighed in a subtle defeat as he began to lose hope in finding a band to watch. Not that any of the bands on this tour were bad, but since he has pretty much already watched every band perform he didn’t feel like watching them again. This was by no means a new problem for the boy as he was always looking for something to do. Nevertheless, Riley ended up standing at the back of a crowd watching some random band, not really paying enough attention to actually be able to name who they were.
It would be a lie for Riley to say that he wasn’t slightly jealous of Caitlyn and Cale at times when he watched them performing. All he could think was, that should have been him, and he should have been up on stage singing his heart out, reciting lyrics that meant something to him. Not that he was angry about it, oh no, he just wishes that things would have ended differently. He could have been on stage with his band, versus doing a mike check for Injected Hopeless. Of course, that sounds bad, Riley is grateful for his job, grateful that he still has the ability to work in the music industry. Without having even a high school diploma there isn’t much that the boy could do if he lost his job. His fingers slipped from the cord allowing it to thump with a dull thud against the wooden platform as he put it into a mike stand moving on to the next mike repeating the process while a guitar tech played a few frets.
By the time, Riley reached the last mike the crowd was large and obviously growing anxious waiting for the band to make their appearance. Riley waited around for the first song watching the band perform before heading off. Riley had a routine for every performance and he followed it every time without fail. The boy would sound check everything watch the first song to assure that everything was working properly before venturing off to explore and watch the other bands performing. He adjusted his beanie as he walked past the different stages; dull eyes running over each face on every stage he passed looking for something that sparked his interest. His growing frustration was easily visible to those who knew his quirky habits as his fingers tugged on the ends of his curly hair as he continued to walk around in a bored manner.
The boy was sighed in a subtle defeat as he began to lose hope in finding a band to watch. Not that any of the bands on this tour were bad, but since he has pretty much already watched every band perform he didn’t feel like watching them again. This was by no means a new problem for the boy as he was always looking for something to do. Nevertheless, Riley ended up standing at the back of a crowd watching some random band, not really paying enough attention to actually be able to name who they were.
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