“Okay guys,” You hear Flyzik saying, “The new photographer’s here,”
“I miss Adam,” Alex whines and you cringe internally. How the hell were you going to fill the massive shoes of Adam Elmakias?
“Alex,” Matt scolds.
“It’ll be fine,” Zack says. “Besides, this guy might be just as cool, if not cooler than Adam. What’s their name?”
“Terri,” Matt says and you sigh, because you know what’s coming next.
Jack giggles. “He sounds like an old man!”
You take that as your cue to walk into the back lounge of the tour bus. “Yeah, because this is what old men really look like, isn’t it?”
A tense silence falls as the guys take in the fact that you’re actually female, and not an old man, as Jack had assumed. That was the one thing you hated – people assuming that you were a man because of your name.
You stand there, letting the guys drink in your appearance: your tank top, ripped jeans, scuffed Vans, your wavy brown hair and your blue-grey eyes.
“And it’s spelt the feminine way,” You continue. “With an ‘I’ instead of an ‘e’,”
“He’s sorry,” Rian says, speaking for Jack.
You roll your eyes at them, stomping out of the lounge, feeling irritated already. This was your dream band to photograph, and yet you were already mad at them. Sighing deeply, you sit in your bunk, opening your laptop and going through the photos that you’d taken when you were last working with Fall Out Boy on the Believers Never Die tour, and although you’d seen All Time Low performing from your place in front of the barrier, you’d been contracted to photo Fall Out Boy, and you weren’t going to risk your job over the fact that you wanted to photograph All Time Low.
You sigh to yourself a little as you flip through the photos, not really feeling up to editing them. It had been an amazing tour, and Fall Out Boy were the nicest people in the world. You’d remained good friends with Patrick especially, and the pair of you often talked. In fact, he was the one who’d recommended you to All Time Low.
“Note to self,” You mutter. “Must thank Patrick,”
“She talks to herself,” Jack mumbles as he walks past your bunk. “Weirdo,”
Your sudden burst of confidence earlier is now gone. You have nothing left to say to Jack, no witty remark, no inappropriate comment, nothing. Biting your lip slightly, part of you wishes you were back home. How were you going to survive touring and photographing these guys? Rian and Zack seemed nice enough on the Believers Never Die tour, but Jack and Alex seemed impossible to deal with. It was like they were five-year olds trapped in the bodies of grown men.
There’s a knock on the panel next to your bunk. You glance away from your laptop and see Zack standing there. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay,”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrug. “People have always assumed that I’m a man,”
He gives you a small smile and sits down on your bunk. “Jack’ll get over it. He’ll find something else totally not funny to laugh at,”
You feel a smile twitch your lips. “Thanks, Zack,”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“I don’t know,” You say slowly, shutting the lid of your laptop. “Part of me just wants to pack up and go home because I don’t even think I’ll be able to survive this tour without going mad, but photographing this band has always been my dream, and it’s all down to Patrick and I don’t want to let him down that way,”
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