Cities Of The Shifters ( Book Cover Done And Credit Goes To @MeowSniper Thanks)

The whole Week Local Event part two

Attending a Music Event
A spurt of unseasonably warm weather had graced the higher elevations of Colorado, the temperatures reaching the upper 70's consistently for the last week. The sunshine brought out the crowds, people oozing out into the golden rays of light soaking up the vitamin D in copious amounts. With the coming of spring the music scene was kicking back into high gear, gathering people together to start off the term. Deep in the heart of the Centennial state some 10 miles west of Denver a steady stream of vehicle were snaking along the pass leading to the parking lot for Red Rocks Amphitheatre. The high afternoon sun reflected off of varnish and paint, lighting up the winding procession creating a river of silvery light through the red desert landscape.

Hundreds of thousands of people were slowly spilling into the Amphitheatre, anticipation and elation tinging the air. The venue boasted a seating for over 9,000 people and consistently sold out every one of its show, producing an average yearly card of well over 40 concerts. Red Rocks was a geologically formed marvel of nature, a large disk shaped rock tilted outward flanked by a right angled monstrosity of stone that together created an acoustical phenomenon that man had taken advantage of. People bought their tickets for the events months in advance as most shows held were epic displays of showmanship and musical genius.

A considerable amount of time and effort had gone into planning this little outing, from tracking to buying the ticket to traveling to setting up an exit strategy. Everything had taken months to prepare but was finally coming together, one little job for a massive payout. A predatory smile graced her full pink lips, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel of the lifted GMC matching the rhythm of the country pop rendition blaring out of the speakers. The Phoenix's blonde head bobbed along, mouthing the words as she crept her way toward the parking lot, icy orbs taking in the scenery from behind the polarized lens of her designer Ray Bans, arm perched on the open window basking in the heat of the sun.

2 hours later Roxy guided the truck along the line, following the directions of the parking crew and pulling smoothly into slot following the person if front of her. Killing the engine, she checked her makeup and perched her hat on her sugar spun locks before hopping down from the truck. Brantley Gilbert always drew a big crowd, a gathering of denim, boots, large belt buckles, cowboy hats, and daisy dukes heralding another invasion of the country music fandom. Tucking her phone into the back pocket of her short shorts before slipping seamlessly into the stream of concert goers, a wolf among sheep.

The sun glowed against the Human's olive skin as the wind whistled past her. The Ambassador had her hands on the steering wheel of a shiny, red convertible, one of the perks of being in her position. Another was getting to spend days like today doing something fun. The world raced by her as she let out a satisfied sigh, excitement bubbling in her stomach. It was the first time Kenzie had ever been to a music concert.

Her parents had never allowed her to go to such an event, considering it too dangerous with the large crowds and many "dangerous" species. But her parents also thought that any species other than the Human one was dangerous. That was the whole reason they trained her growing up, to be able to fight against them. Kenzie had chosen a slightly different path though, only fighting the specific individuals who were actually threatening towards other humans. And this role as Ambassador had given her even more of a chance to protect others.

Pulling into a rocky parking lot, Kenzie brought the roof of her car down with a whirring noise and a gratifying click. She quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her dark sunglasses over her eyes before stepping out of the car, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The heat pulsated down on her, making the Human glad of her denim shorts and white, floaty vest top. Of course, she had paired one of her many pairs of converse with it. She had to be ready at the drop of a coin to spring into action. As Ambassador, you always had to be ready which meant shoes such as heels and flip flops weren't practical. Converse, however, were Mackenzie's guilty pleasure. She had an impressive collection back at her house. Today's featured pair were white high-tops with a hand-stitched floral pattern.