Fatal Attractions (TO BE PUBLISHED)(CURRENTLY IN DISTRIBUTION)

Chapter One: Just The Beginning

"Good morning, Blue!" I heard someone cheerily say from behind me in line, while I was at the coffee shop getting my morning routine started and preparing for the day that I had ahead of me. I turn around to see a girl about sixteen or seventeen smiling hugely at me, with a camera, a notebook, and a tape recorder.

"Good morning uh?-"

"Trisha," She says eagerly. I smile at the energy this girl had.

"Good morning, Trisha," I said gently.

"I'm such a huge fan of yours, I would love to be like you. I want to be a journalist, and meet people too, could I get a picture with you?" This had never happened before, I knew that people had known who I was but nobody had ever asked me to take a picture with them.

"Of course, I'll happily take one," I smiled at her. She grabbed out her phone, quickly snapping a photo of us.

"Do you have any tips or pointers you could give me? I am currently just the journalist for my high school right now," She asked me.

"My biggest advice to you, is never let anyone change your mind on what you want to do, never let anyone take advantage of you, and never stop working towards the things you want in your life, because people will always try to paint the way that you see things. Your goals are yours to achieve, not anyone else's. Don't let anyone discourage you, because with a job like this rejection does come, and you do make enemies, but don't let that stop you from following your dreams, when you see something or want something go for it, and don't stop until you get it,"

"You're so awesome! Thank you, it was so nice getting to meet you!" She said quickly bolting out of the coffee shop. Her eagerness reminded me of when I was just a high school student, doing stories for the yearbook, about theatre, sports, and all of the clubs we had. I enjoyed it, and I could only hope that she would take the advice I had given her, because I would love to see her work professionally someday.

After the small encounter with Trisha, someone who looked up to me, I made my way towards the exit of the coffee shop so that I could get down to the festival grounds, to scope everything out that way I could get an idea as to how big this thing actually was in person. I don't feel like pictures have done this place justice, but I was about to find out for myself.

After a short fifteen minute drive, I make it to the festival destination, only to see that they were still finishing some of the setup process. I quickly grabbed my notebook, pens, phone, and camera and my fold out chair, so that I could start taking notes about the environment beforehand, to give my audience a better picture of the festival as well. The festival takes place on the north side of Nashville on the outskirts, sort of in a field per-say.

There was a large stage set up, with the big screens, all of the band equipment, just the whole setup. To get in there was a little admissions booth for the tickets, and wristbands, to show if someone is of age or underage, because let's face it, it's a festival of country music drinking is going to be involved for sure.

"Hello, miss can I help you?" The lady at the admissions booth had nicely asked me.

"Yes, I am the reporter for the festival this year," I said to her, hoping that she knew what I was talking about because I was told by my boss what I was supposed to say to her.

"Ahh, yes Blue Ivy, here's your VIP pass, feel free to walk around and scope everything out," She said gently sending me on my way.