Post by Admin Emily on Jun 17, 2013 9:43:39 GMT -6
Reese stood with Rylee at the very back of a large crowd of teenagers and young adults who gathered around what Reese assumed was a temporary stage. Huge towers with multicolored lights lined the area, and huge speakers towered over the crowd from multiple angles. It was the closest thing to a real concert venue Reese had ever seen - and it was frightening.
"How did you convince me to do this again?" Reese asked Rylee in a half shout so her best friend could hear her over the thud of some loud pop music they were playing over the sound system. Reese clutched her guitar to her chest as people pushed pass her and Rylee without a second look.
Seeing all the extremely well dressed and put together East Oakers made Reese just as uncomfortable as she thought it would. As opposed to pretty sun dresses, flashy sequin-covered jackets, or high heels, Reese was wearing an old pair of nearly-ripping black skinny jeans, a grey tank top, and a faded green half-jacket. The red converse on her feet were also faded and falling apart, and her blonde curls definitely didn't agree with the humidity of the outdoor venue. No pony tail could possibly contain the beast Reese called her hair. However, Reese nervously pat down her curls like an attempt to flatten them out or tame them.
Rylee and Reese had just made it in time to register Reese for the competition. It was starting in just moments, and plenty of hopeful musicians were walking around with their instruments and sheet music. There was a sleek black grand piano on stage - the kind Reese could only dream of, as well as a drum set and a variety of amplifiers and microphones. Reese felt sick to her stomach just by the thought of playing in front of all these people."I feel like I'm going to throw up," Reese said, concerned with the churning in her stomach. Though she could tell Rylee was a bit more concerned with finding the girl from the convenience store. "Are you even listening to me?" Reese asked her friend, who was scanning the crowed on her tip-toes.
"How did you convince me to do this again?" Reese asked Rylee in a half shout so her best friend could hear her over the thud of some loud pop music they were playing over the sound system. Reese clutched her guitar to her chest as people pushed pass her and Rylee without a second look.
Seeing all the extremely well dressed and put together East Oakers made Reese just as uncomfortable as she thought it would. As opposed to pretty sun dresses, flashy sequin-covered jackets, or high heels, Reese was wearing an old pair of nearly-ripping black skinny jeans, a grey tank top, and a faded green half-jacket. The red converse on her feet were also faded and falling apart, and her blonde curls definitely didn't agree with the humidity of the outdoor venue. No pony tail could possibly contain the beast Reese called her hair. However, Reese nervously pat down her curls like an attempt to flatten them out or tame them.
Rylee and Reese had just made it in time to register Reese for the competition. It was starting in just moments, and plenty of hopeful musicians were walking around with their instruments and sheet music. There was a sleek black grand piano on stage - the kind Reese could only dream of, as well as a drum set and a variety of amplifiers and microphones. Reese felt sick to her stomach just by the thought of playing in front of all these people."I feel like I'm going to throw up," Reese said, concerned with the churning in her stomach. Though she could tell Rylee was a bit more concerned with finding the girl from the convenience store. "Are you even listening to me?" Reese asked her friend, who was scanning the crowed on her tip-toes.
