"Oh, you have got to be shitting me." Adelaide thought as she turned the corner into Gampel stadium, seeing a certain blonde she never expected to see again, let alone here. At her job. Almost three years later. 'After all these fuckin years' she th...
(for the sake of this chapter making sense go listen to Speak Now (Taylor's Version), and pretend the vault tracks were released with the original ok? Ok.)
Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!
I groaned as I reached over to my beeping phone, shutting the alarm off.
7:30,media day!, it read back to me. Coach Geno told the girls to be at Gampel at 11 all dolled up, meaning I had to be there for 10 latest, preferably 9:30 to give me and Ang time to set up. I had coordinated for the past week with a lighting company, hopefully bringing to life my vision of a box filled with red and blue light, making an awesome backdrop to shoot in. I also ordered a fog machine and an excessive amount of atmosphere spray, as well as dug out my old Bluetooth speaker to play music on during the photo portions of the shoot. Because I am that extra.
For once I was excited to be getting up at such an ungodly time. I start by making sure Angie is up, even though I know she is far more of a morning person than I am. "Boo," I say, sitting on her white sheets, watching as she lays out different outfits on the bed next to me. "Mornin'" she replies semi sleepily, "which one, white or blue?" she asks, referring to a white baby tee or a deep royal blue tank top. "With what?" I ask.
"These," She says, now holding up a pair of black mom jeans. "White," I reply, "and wear it with your white Converse I gave you for Christmas," I finish, referring to the white high-top Converse I embroidered flowers onto for Christmas last year. "Okie," she says, waiting for me to leave so she could get changed. No matter how long Angie and I have been friends, we were never one to get changed or pee together, it just wasn't us.
I head back to my own room, picking out a white brandy tank, with blue jeans and a denim and red jacket, pairing the outfit with my favorite red Converse. Once I was dressed, I decided to put on a light face of makeup with my iconic brown smokey liner, throwing my hair into half-up bun with a small braid in it. Deciding I look cute, I post a photo to my Instagram story, because I can never shut the fuck up.
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Checking the time on my phone as I make my way to the kitchen, it was already 8:34, giving me about 30 minutes before I had to leave. Making it easy on myself, I make bagels with cinnamon cream cheese for Angelina and me, knowing how obsessed we both are.
"Are we excited?" she asks as she walks into the kitchen, fighting with her hair. "Yes, and nervous," I say before taking a bite. Now talking with my mouth half full, "You want help with your hair?" I ask, loving to do Angie's hair, as it was almost down to her hips and pin straight, unlike my unruly wavy hair. "Ugh, yes please, can you do those braided space buns again?" she asks, referring to my favorite hairstyle. I give her a small 'mhm', as my mouth was once again full of bagel. I push her plate towards her before getting up, and standing behind the chair she now sits in.
Braiding her hair and eating takes about 25 minutes, taking my time to give it that loose but not messy look.
Getting all our equipment to the car took two trips, me with 3 camera bags and a lens bag, and Angie with a backdrop stand, two lights, and a reflector, then again with a roll of paper back drop and extras like confetti, sprays, crowns, and our own personal bags and random things we might need with us.
