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Post by jordan antoinette faulkner on Jun 19, 2010 15:04:04 GMT -5
there were simple truths in this world. one was an undeniable truth; jordan antoinette was talented, and humble about said talent. element had hired the young skateboarder last minute for some press, and to shred up the mini-skatepark at the warped tour kickoff. of course, the young girl would have seemed silly had she not obliged her number one sponsor. plus with people like bam margera, chad muska, daewon song, and rodney mullen there-- it was almost... it would have been extremely foolish for her to deny such a great opportunity.
the sun had fallen, and it began to cool down-- a bit. the petite girl skated by people, she tried to keep her face hidden. not wanting people to recognize her, she loved blending in on occasions like this. believe it or not she didn't like the attention as much as most girls did. yeah, sometimes it was nice, but she was still sociophobic. jordan still didn't like mass amounts of people-- at all. as the young girl continued to pass the bodies of teenagers and young adults, she smirked slightly. she could hear all the bands playing at once. which was one of the biggest flaws of a tour like this. whitechapel wasn't gonna be on until way later on, and needless to say. squeaking was so in order.
pulling out her phone, she looked at the time. her manager texted her like twelve times, all asking the same questions. "where the fuck are you?", groaning to herself she headed to the element tent. some pop band was playing an acoustic set. almost as soon as she got into the vicinity, adrienne booked it towards her, "faulkner, where the fuck have you been? i've been calling you for the past half hour- you are on in fucking twenty. you're opening; don't fuck this up." almost as soon as she came, the black haired woman left. leaving jordan in a state of shock, her nerves were at their peak and she felt a queasy feeling in her stomach.
sighing to herself, she threw her straightened hair back into a ponytail. her stretched ears and the zombie plugs that inhabited them now visible. people always thought she was against body modification-- it wasn't that, she just was petrified of needles. it wasn't pain, just.. ever since she was a kid needles had scared the living crap out of her. glancing around all she could smell were cigarettes, booze, and body odor-- not pleasant to the nose that was for sure. she of course, smelled like cherries. fucking cherry addict. cherries and strawberries-- always and forever.
stretching slightly, the petite girl glanced around for familiar faces. none that she went on tour with, yet. hell, no one she even went to school with-- that she could recall. biting her lower lip, she went inside the tent and glanced around. one of the merch girls greeted her happily, as she spoke it was like nails to a chalkboard. her voice was so high pitched, so squeaky. it was beyond abrasive. how did people find that attractive, true jordan had a deeper voice but-- out of the two. she liked the latter.
"hey, jordy?" someone called to the side, clipboard in hand, and headset on top of a hat. "you're up in ten," he spoke before smiling. 'ohh he's cute,' jordan remarked as he smiled, noticing how bright his teeth were. god, that was really an odd habit she needed to break. "all right," the girl spoke with a nod, before waving the merch girl off. the eighteen year old notice people now looked at her, as she headed to the gated off skateboarding area where the others had congregated. as she was greeted by her old tour mates, she was back into her old mentality. the nerves were muted as she remembered that this right here? this was what she did. despite the fact she was a girl, she could skate better than any boy out there.
stepping up the stairs of the half-pipe, she glanced around. bright white flood lights beamed onto the skate area in front of her. still, she knew hundreds of faces were watching her, and the element tent was showing her on the big screen... fuck. well, kickoffs were big, right? right. as the announcer spoke she felt her bones loosen, and relax. suddenly as the music started, so did she. the girl had fifteen minutes- three songs. first one was bob, or bombs over baghdad by outkast. needless to say, one of her favorites. as she skated to the beat of this one, and each one that followed. the girl pulled off new tricks as well as classics. never falling off her board once.
the young girl finished as the last of the songs came to a close. much to her surprise, the crowd's applause was louder than the music ever was. she bowed before heading off the ramp, grabbing a gatorade she headed to the element tent to chill there for the rest of the night. signings, chilling out, the usual. which she did signings for the better part of two hours. finally, for the most part, the people were going to see the headliners. she would head there too eventually, but right now, as she sat in a very comfortable spinning chair... she felt no urge, whatsoever, to move.
tagged for: open word count: eight hundred and ninety seven outfit: click here notes: eh, it's all right.
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