Don't tell me I'm Beautiful.

No matter where I am, or what I'm doing there's one thing always stuck with me, Depression. It never can seem to leave me alone, the negativity I feel about myself, has never left. I don't think I'm a pretty girl, attractive in any way. Men don't pay me much attention, but maybe for my line of work that's alright. I'm one of the guys. I work for the vans warped tour as a stage tech, at one point I think it would have been my dream job, but now my life just feels like it's generally just dragging along. Today is no different either.

As I'm dragging my feet behind me, slowly not even at a steady working pace, I let out a sigh and shake my hair out over my face slowly. Most people just nod, a few wave as I make my way up to check some wires for the first set of the day and let out a frustrated groan, fixing the rookie mistakes made by the new kid. I can't blame him though, we've all been there on our first big tour. We being all the techs, scrambling around to make this years warped tour one of the 'best.' Kenny Leath, my boss nods in my direction as a thank you for fixing the wires and then walks off with a couple of band members as he enjoys his day.


I let out another sigh, and move myself to sit against one of the amp boxes, looking out at the empty yet soon to be filled open range. This should be a happy time for me, and maybe at one point it was, I can't remember. All I know now, is that I feel so alone. Glancing up and around I catch a pair of brown eyes resting in my direction and shake my head again, a light blush creeping up my neck, to my cheeks and flushing my face. A chuckle, of course he's going to laugh at my childish behaviors. Probably go and tell all his buddies that there's an ugly baby of a girl up for their bands tech that day. I don't doubt it.


Glancing up I see the same pair of brown eyes in my direction still but approaching slowly. "Hey." I hear and still glance at the ground, ashamed, embarrassed by the red flourishing my face. "Hello?" He said again, causing me to slowly look up and bite my lip slowly. "Hi..." I managed to squeak out slowly, nervously...


The brown eyed stranger cocked his head as he glanced up and down looking around. "What are you doing up here all alone? You should be out having fun with everyone else." He said and I laughed a little at that. "Not a socialite?" he asked sitting down next to me. I just managed to shake my head. Looking off into the distance and frowning as people started to fill into the venue. "Not really." I managed to squeak out once more and looked in his direction still nervous but slightly intrigued as to why this guy was talking to me, most guys never did unless they needed something done for the stage.


"Well I think we should change that," he said a chuckled a little. "Yeah I'm not so sure that's a great idea. People don't like me." I said softly and looked at my watch for the time. "Somehow I don't believe that, I like you." I snorted a little and got up walking away. "You wouldn't if you knew me." I said as he stood as well, and began to follow me. "Well why don't you let me be the judge of that." He said causing me to raise a brow. "Right.... well I'm Nicole. Not much to know about me, I'm not your social butterfly." I said and sighed shaking my head and looking down again. "that's okay." he said and smiled more. "I'm not much of one either." he said as he leaned against one of the stage posts. "By the way, I'm Tino..." he said and little did I know that man would change who I am.

Notes

Sorry if this is short, or hella lame... Not 100% sure where I'm going with this story but the idea kind of came to me from depression of my own.