03-28-2018, 03:35 AM
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This concert was the first that both of them said they could go to. After working up the courage to actually ask their therapist's to attend a "personal event", Morra and Evan were both feeling a cocktail mix of anxiety and excitement over the ordeal. Entering the venue was easy, for Evan that is, as the security knew who he was; that was their job. They stopped Morra, as she was trailing after her best friend trying to keep up with her many camera bags.
"Woah woah, you can't come back here. its off limits to fans." one gruffed, his giant arm blocking the blonde fro proceeding any further. Morra's anxiety kicked into overdrive, as the pit in her stomach opened up. She began to try and glue together a reply and explain how she was the performer's friend and unofficial photographer but before she could the 5'9 ghost of Evan returned to her relief.
"It's okay, that's just Morra," he said calmly as if he had said it a million times before. The guard dropped his arm and returned to facing parallel to the wall, letting Moraa through. Her anxiety subsided almost immediately and she caught back up with Evan, glad that little escapade was over.
The concert was subject to start in roughly half an hour, as those ahead of him had already performed and Morra had once photographed Evan before so unless the lighting plan had changed (which it had not) she was relatively prepared for this, in terms of her job. And before she knew it, she spotted Nigel and Josh makes their way to stand in the back of the venue, both talking to each other, but it was inaudible to her. They were both dressed casually but no matter what, Nigel was still wearing converse and Josh was still wearing his "uncomfortable old man shoes", both were staple pieces.
The concert went smoothly, as planned with Evan's fans cramming into every inch of the venue for this "lowkey concert that no one really knew about till twenty hours ago." The final moment was when a bunch of confetti was shot by a pair of stagehands and the soft pieces of paper falling like rain. The confetti showered Evan on stage who looked up, smiling so genuinely that it could turn the head of everyone in the room if they weren't already looking at him. Morra's soft blonde hair caught some of the pieces of paper as she held her camera's viewfinder to her eye, taking a couple of shots during the paper rain.
When the confetti finally stopped, Evan's smile held and Morra took another photo, one she'd claim was her favorite. She hadn't noticed but Morra was smiling just as much as her musician friend, and both of them were not as happy as their therapists, who had continued to watch the entire thing, excited to finally see their client /children Evan and Morra happy, because for once, for this concert at least, they both were.
This concert was the first that both of them said they could go to. After working up the courage to actually ask their therapist's to attend a "personal event", Morra and Evan were both feeling a cocktail mix of anxiety and excitement over the ordeal. Entering the venue was easy, for Evan that is, as the security knew who he was; that was their job. They stopped Morra, as she was trailing after her best friend trying to keep up with her many camera bags.
"Woah woah, you can't come back here. its off limits to fans." one gruffed, his giant arm blocking the blonde fro proceeding any further. Morra's anxiety kicked into overdrive, as the pit in her stomach opened up. She began to try and glue together a reply and explain how she was the performer's friend and unofficial photographer but before she could the 5'9 ghost of Evan returned to her relief.
"It's okay, that's just Morra," he said calmly as if he had said it a million times before. The guard dropped his arm and returned to facing parallel to the wall, letting Moraa through. Her anxiety subsided almost immediately and she caught back up with Evan, glad that little escapade was over.
The concert was subject to start in roughly half an hour, as those ahead of him had already performed and Morra had once photographed Evan before so unless the lighting plan had changed (which it had not) she was relatively prepared for this, in terms of her job. And before she knew it, she spotted Nigel and Josh makes their way to stand in the back of the venue, both talking to each other, but it was inaudible to her. They were both dressed casually but no matter what, Nigel was still wearing converse and Josh was still wearing his "uncomfortable old man shoes", both were staple pieces.
The concert went smoothly, as planned with Evan's fans cramming into every inch of the venue for this "lowkey concert that no one really knew about till twenty hours ago." The final moment was when a bunch of confetti was shot by a pair of stagehands and the soft pieces of paper falling like rain. The confetti showered Evan on stage who looked up, smiling so genuinely that it could turn the head of everyone in the room if they weren't already looking at him. Morra's soft blonde hair caught some of the pieces of paper as she held her camera's viewfinder to her eye, taking a couple of shots during the paper rain.
When the confetti finally stopped, Evan's smile held and Morra took another photo, one she'd claim was her favorite. She hadn't noticed but Morra was smiling just as much as her musician friend, and both of them were not as happy as their therapists, who had continued to watch the entire thing, excited to finally see their client /children Evan and Morra happy, because for once, for this concert at least, they both were.
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