Warped Tour 2015 (Juliet Simms fanfic)

The Phone Call

It's been two weeks since Roxanne requested to become a photographer for Warped Tour this year. The post said that individuals should know within 2 weeks whether or not they are joining the team. This has been Roxanne's dream ever since she was a little girl and Warped Tour is the most prestigious rock Tour there is. *PING* She jumped to her phone, eager to read the messgae that has just come through...

"Hey, any news yet?" It was her best friend Alexus who was just as eager as she was about the whole situation. Alexus had been Roxanne's friend for years and had always encouraged her to persue the art of photography. It was actually Alexus who gave Roxanne the push to apply for Warped Tour. "Nothing yet, I am starting to get worried." She had to skill to be one of the best photographers in the world, but she didn't have the experience. Most of her photos revolved around landscape and nature. Think I am going to run myself a long hot bubble bath, just to relax a bit. Roxanne didn't suffer with anxiety per say, but when it came to her career she became a nervous wreck.

The bath really did the trick, she was relaxed and ready for the day. It was 10:30am and she was planning on going to the gym. She got into her sweats and pulled her long, fluffy auburn hair into a high ponytail and made her way to her car. The sun lit brightly through the cloudless sky and the heat glided down her face. When she arrived at the gym she was thankful that only a handful of people were there. She didn't mind larg crowds, it's just she hated seeing burely men try and out do each other on the weights.

She reached the treadmill and plugged in her headphones, Wildchild by Juliet Simms started blasting through her ears. She was determined to become a size 8 and currently she was a size 12. Most people wouldn't see an issue with this, but a size 8 has always been Roxanne's dream size. Her slender hand reached for the speed button as she pushed herself further. Her eyes fixated on the calories count, watching the figure rise made Roxanne's dazzling green eyes glistened.

*I believe the world is burning to the ground, Oh well I guess we're gonna find out, Let's see how far we've come, Let's see how far we go." Roxanne's ringtone peirced the silent curtain, people giving her a stern look for interupting their workout. She answered the phone;

"Hello, is this Roxanne Michaels?" An oldish gentlemen was on the other line.

"Yes, may I enquiry what this is about?" Her voice slightly shaken due to a 100 possibilites going through her mind.

"It's Kevin Lyman, founder of Warped Tour. I am just calling to say, you are now officially a Warped Tour photographer for this year."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH." Roxanne let out a mighty sceam of joy, again causing people to look at her in a distain manner.

"I'm taking that as a, you can't wait to join us." his voice chuckling.

"Of course, where and when should I come and sing the contract?" her professionalism starting to kick in.

"Come to Los Angeles in 3 days and we will sort everything out then." and with that he hung up.

Roxanne's face was beaming with joy for the rest of her workout. One guy even asked her if she needed medical attention for her using illegal narcotics. She just shook her head and carried on with her mission. Once she was finished she headed to the changing rooms and washed the sweat off her body. I need to text Alexus, but I wanna tell her in person. 

"Hey, I need to see you. I've heard back. Answer ASAP." And with that, Roxanne got into her car and went home, ready for her big adventure.

A/N: I hope you guys like this. I know exactly the direction I want this stoy to head in.