Nothing more than this.
Bulls in the Bronx
“Hi , my name is Dakota, im your band’s new photographer! No that sounds to preppy…Hey guys, im your new photographer! Ugh, that doesn’t sound right either…” I sat there and fretted , sitting on the tour bus while driving to the house they all shared.
“I should just lay in my bunk, with the curtain open, and they will find me…. I will think of something by then…” I walked to the bunk and laid down, curling up and trying to stay awake, but unsuccessfully, falling into a slumber.
“Vic , you poke her, I don’t know who she is.”
“No! What is she’s crazy and attacks?”
“Guys, ill just do it.”
I felt a small poke, and I flipped around, and heard a gasp come from a few people.
“Guys, she’s hot.”
“Really freaking hot.”
“Guys, let wake her up.”
I felt another poke, and I grumbled and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Once I felt like I could open my eyes, I hopped off the bunk, and stumbled, right into a pair of hands.
“Umm… could you tell us who you are…?” The person whose arms they belonged to said.
I looked up to see Tony holding me, and Vic, Jaime, and Mike sitting behind their luggage, the top of their heads peeping out. I laughed and rubbed my eyes, then walked out of Tony’s arms.
“Um hey guys… im your new photographer…” I looked at the floor and fixed my skinny’s, cursing how I was wearing two different colored toms. Suddenly I was tackled and pinned to the ground, with four fully grown men laying on me.
“WELCOOOOME!” They all chorused, and started laughing. I felt someone bumping , and someone saying,
“Good job, Jaime, make it awkward.” I just laughed and switched my toms, and grabbed my camera, “
“Smile, boys!!”
Tony smiled and walked over, and Jaime picked up Vic, and mike sat criss cross on the floor and smiled.
Perfect.
“I should just lay in my bunk, with the curtain open, and they will find me…. I will think of something by then…” I walked to the bunk and laid down, curling up and trying to stay awake, but unsuccessfully, falling into a slumber.
“Vic , you poke her, I don’t know who she is.”
“No! What is she’s crazy and attacks?”
“Guys, ill just do it.”
I felt a small poke, and I flipped around, and heard a gasp come from a few people.
“Guys, she’s hot.”
“Really freaking hot.”
“Guys, let wake her up.”
I felt another poke, and I grumbled and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Once I felt like I could open my eyes, I hopped off the bunk, and stumbled, right into a pair of hands.
“Umm… could you tell us who you are…?” The person whose arms they belonged to said.
I looked up to see Tony holding me, and Vic, Jaime, and Mike sitting behind their luggage, the top of their heads peeping out. I laughed and rubbed my eyes, then walked out of Tony’s arms.
“Um hey guys… im your new photographer…” I looked at the floor and fixed my skinny’s, cursing how I was wearing two different colored toms. Suddenly I was tackled and pinned to the ground, with four fully grown men laying on me.
“WELCOOOOME!” They all chorused, and started laughing. I felt someone bumping , and someone saying,
“Good job, Jaime, make it awkward.” I just laughed and switched my toms, and grabbed my camera, “
“Smile, boys!!”
Tony smiled and walked over, and Jaime picked up Vic, and mike sat criss cross on the floor and smiled.
Perfect.
