This scene was one of the first written for TBC. Unfortunately it won't make it into the story and this character, Al, will not likely make it either. It's really a shame because I absolutely adore her. I wish I knew how to draw so that I could show you what she looks like in my mind. She is strong, she takes charge, doesn't give a shit. She has long black hair w/ bangs, tattoos as though they were giving them out for free. Her voice is rough but melodic I wish she'd made it into the story. She might be mentioned now, but will not be playing the part I had planned for her.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this little peek.
“Come on people! Get fucking moving, we don’t have all
night. Jason! What the fuck man. Do you have any fucking idea how much the
equipment in that stupid box costs?”
Jason stared at
Al, he stared and shook a little inside. She was a legendary bad ass, she was
the girl you didn’t
mess with. Allie J. Hudson was 25, she had worked with Fred
since her first tour back in 1999. Fred liked her from day one; she didn’t take
shit from no one and new how to do her job. Her dad was a musician and she had
grown up on a tour bus. Fred had all his trust on her and if she said you’re
fired, you were fired there was no sweet talking to her.
You respect Al, you never say she does a good job for a girl
or even think to assume she got were she is by nothing else but hard work. She
has a mean right hook and won’t hesitate on kicking your ass if you cross the
line.
Yes, Al meant business and when she turned to yell at Jason.
“Drop something again and your ass is fucking out of
here.” Jason tried to lift the box
once more but his arms had become jelly, it didn’t help that the stupid thing
was heavy too. Al strode towards him it seemed she had moved the several feet
between them in less than a step “You learn to do the job; you learn to do it
fast and right. If you can’t cut it then you will be cut.” She leaned down and
lifted the box as though it were empty. “Go change your freaking pants and
don’t let me catch you being distracted again.”
Jason ran off to the side, checking down at his crotch to
see if he really had peed himself. He hadn’t.
Al walked over to the trailer with the box over her
shoulder; she turned around looking at the frozen crew members around her. “We
aint in fucking Alaska, so no one should be fucking frozen!! Move the fuck up,
move! Move! Move! We have fifteen minutes to have everything packed and out!”
Sam was running around making sure the band hadn’t left
anything behind. Zin had left his hair straighter at the last venue and Sam had
to run to 6 different stores to find one just like the one Zin had lost. Fred
didn’t want a repeat of that. He
heard Al yelling and hollering like she always did, he was used to it, he knew
that under all that intimidation was a really sweet girl who wouldn’t hurt a
fly unless that fly hurt her first.
Jason walked by him still a bit pale after his encounter.
Jason was new he had just joined the tour in Alabama and had never worked with
Al before.
“She is more noise than anything.” Sam said handing Jason a
Gatorade.
Jason was 18 it was his first tour and at times he felt
lost. He would stare at everything around him still not fully believing he was
part of it all. He was carrying the box when Surf had walked by him, tapped him
on the back and thanked him for the great job he was doing. The box just
slipped out of his hands it wasn’t his fault.
“Relax,” Sam tried again. “She will probably forget all
about it by dinner time.”
Jason nodded thinking that maybe it was too much for him.
-
Al was still yelling orders when she felt warm breath
against her neck.
“You shouldn’t be so tough.” She could feel a blush growing
and hid her face behind her long hair.
Once composed she turned to Surf, “You like it tough.”
“Mmm…yeah I do.” Surf boldly stole a kiss from Sam. Well
perhaps not that boldly, there was only a slight chance she would knock him out
for it.
She didn’t instead she pulled her arms around his neck and
deepened the kiss. They hadn’t had time for themselves for awhile now. She had
to go home and miss a few shows because her grandmother got sick.
“I missed you,” she whispered against his lips.
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