The Rock/Grunge Scene - Oneshots

Layne Staley - All Eyes On You

You and your crew of photographers were requested for a Mad Season concert to get some good shots, yet something draws you to the man up front.

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You exhaled a breath from your cigarette before putting it out. Tonight was a big show and your team of photographers were called upon by management to get some good shots of Mad Season. You weren't necessarily excited for this one but just had the mindset to get it done and get the money.

        You continued to lean back on the brick wall with closed eyes before entering back into the building with long halls. Tonight, we had the special privilege to get close so we were able to be put on the stage and around it, away from the crowd. You walked into your designated room filled to the brim with equipment like cameras, lenses, and plenty of other expensive items.

        It was... rather quiet.

        You wondered where your team was. Oh right... they all were busy tonight so you were the only one left to get pictures. You remembered the night before where they all gathered together using excuses like 'my grandma died.' You could've sworn that person had used that excuse a couple times by now. As for the rest of them, they made up some other bullshit excuses. Regardless though, you were the one making the money tonight so it all went to you. I guess it really 'paid off,' right? (sorry, bad joke)

        You could really go for a drink right now, thinking as you shook your head. From a distant location, a booming guitar and drums could be heard. The concert had started. You fixed your black jeans and black cropped shirt before grabbing your backpack and your camera, hiking it onto your shoulder. Pushing the door open, you nearly stumble out as a man rushed past you.

        "Jesus, watch it." You scowled before catching a glimpse of who it was.

        A shaggy, dirty blonde haired man with small black glasses glanced back at you before saying, "Sorry, Miss."

        You rolled your eyes as he continued to half walk half jog down the hall. You dismissed the man as you turned the corner and headed to an entrance to the side of the main stage. Before opening the doors you could hear the screams from the crowd going absolutely wild. As soon as you entered the side stage, a gush of humid wind met your figure. You sighed, already wiping the immediate sweat off your forehead. This is going to be a long night for sure.

        You knelt by the wooden ground while wild screams erupted from the crowd. You looked up to see the same man who bumped you in the halls walk in stage. All his other band members must've been waiting for him.

        How annoying. Imagine being late to your own concert.

        You rolled your eyes once again and placed the camera up to your face to snap a few pictures, adjusting the settings on your camera before getting a few more.

        "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, but... I don't think y'all mind." The man spoke into the mic as it adjusted to the sound of his voice. "Alright, we're Mad Season!"

        At that cue, the band joined in unison for a song. The drums pounded out of the speakers and the bass joined in. The frontman rocked back and forth on his heels before singing into the mic. His wooly gloves vigorously gripped the mic as he belted into the mic. You lightly covered your ears from the speakers, shuttering the camera a few more times before moving to another spot. Exiting to a balcony view point, you got a few more shots before leaning back, watching the band preform.