Olivia's Attire: (mind the tattoo, she doesnt have any.)
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One suitcase held her camera equipment, the other had her clothes. She went over a mental check list a million-billion times, before entering the living room.
Jess got up for a hug, "You're leaving me, I should be mad at you."
However, Jess knew— Olivia's dream since high school.
"I'll face time when I can, call— text, when you need me."
"Be safe okay," Jess added, cupping her best friend's face with her hands followed by a kiss on the forehead. For a moment, they pressed their heads together, "I love you."
In turn, Olivia replied those same words.
--
At the address Marvin Bleek sent, she akwardly sat outside the building as working people walked by. The office job kind, you know, the boring kind.
I'm outside the entrance
She texted and he replied immediately,
I'll be down soon
Minutes past before he walked out.
"We'll be taking an Uber to where everyone is."
--
The building they approached was beige.
After being let in, he began explaininga set of directions, "From here, you'll meet the staff— get comfortable, and around 3 you'll be on a flight to Chicago to officially meet Peep."
She didn't say a word, the nerves were coming at full speed, making her hands fidget.
"Once you're checked in with security, I'll be leaving to a meeting with a person in London, Lil Peep has a follow up tour— it starts in August of this year— and if you are a great photographer, we might keep you."
He handed her a necklace with her picture laminated and it was labeled:
PHOTOGRAPHER
"Make sure her things are handled carefully."
"Will do," said a guy approaching them, "Down this way. "
In the elevator, he pressed the floor down, "Make sure once you get down there, sign in with Karen, she'll give you directions from there"
She nodded and within fragments, Karen stood before her, while swarms of people were loading equipment andbedroom stuff into tow dollies attached to vehicles.
"Put your things in the one to left, there's food at that table, if you are hungry."
Everybody seemed to know each other and Olivia, for one, felt the utter stupidity of standing there with a awkwardly bitten muffin.
By such an impulse, she trashed it. Subconsciously, she knew damn well that part of the world was starving.
Sorry.
"Okay, everybody," a guy announced wearing a very artistically designed t-shirt, "Get some shirts Peep made, there's three different colors."
In the crowd that went up the table, she stood at the far back with her arm crossed. Just when she thought, she'd have to make some sort of social effort,someone tapped get shoulder.
"Hello."
"Hi," she mustered, allowing the guy to continue, by asking, "Who are you?"
He half laughed, "I mean, what's your name?"
"Olivia, what's yours?"
"I'm Jacob , I do the stage set up, what you here for?"
"I'm the photographer." "Wow! That's awesome!"
She nodded my head, not sure if he was being sarcastic.
"Is this your first time touring?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"So you'll be going everywhere with Peep." "Yeah, I guess so."
The crowd had dispersed, and there they were looking forthe right t-shirt size.
"Do we just get all three colors?"
He looked around, "I guess so."
After gathering their t-shirts , he forced in another question, "Want me to introduce you to some people?"
