for: anyone / @voicenotesstarters
location: somewhere not too distant from the stage.
event: parton music fest
the life and times of a working woman. had anyone asked, vita would have dispelled any rumors of DISSATISFACTION but truthfully, work was gauche. she loved the title & the accolades that accompanied such, but it was but a slower progressing week than most. in saying such, every atom of her itched for movement. and though it certainly was worlds away from her usual RITZY weekend brunches and day trips to the big apple, the music festival had proved itself a keen option. for the day prior, the blonde had been MOUNTED to the pale linens and feathered pillows of her bedroom like some sort of pompeiian relic—worn by time long passed and reclaimed by ever-evolving surroundings. and though vita certainly could have using being laid to a weekend’s REST, it seems her nature eclipsed the fact. the nature to delight & to be delighted.
DELIGHT takes the form of an afternoon spent indulging in cheap food, water bottle booze & decent music. a throng of unfamiliar faces and those otherwise frequenting in and out of the hotel room that had most certainly reached it's utmost capacity. a HAPPY sort of melody is carried on the the current band & victoria doesn’t bother to distinguish the lyrics—all she can make out is the thrashing of the bass resonating in her chest. perhaps the blonde could have benefitted from onceing over the setlist before she came. ❝ you don’t happen to know the name of this song—or the band for that matter do you ? ❞ the londoner inquired from the stranger closest to her, ❝ i’m at a real LOSS here. ❞ there’s an attempt at a jest lingering in her usual, flat tone, but vita truly had to admit she hadn’t the slightest clue who was currently onstage.
vita replied with but a nodding of her head, only a strand or two of her POMADE-SLICKED hair flicking out of place. ❝ no, i’ve just blown in from new york — london before that, of course. i moved here a little over a year ago, so i missed last year’s festival. ❞ for a moment, that steely blue gaze of hers flits over to the stage, watching as they readied the equipment between sets. finally the woman looks back over to the other, neck CRANING just a bit to meet her lower gaze. ❝ i think this years festivities certainly make up for anything i could have missed, though. ❞ though it was the furthest thing from her usual scene, victoria had found herself pleasingly surprised by the festival. ❝ where are you from ? ❞ vita considered her opposing accent & couldn’t help but to wonder. the inquiry sliced through her casual tone with a slight upbeat. victoria had always been curious of people — of language and how it DEFINED others. language told the stories of the lives people lived without them having to do so and she found something about that to be desperately romantic. ❝ if you don’t mind me asking, of course. ❞ as if the addition could ease her blatant prying.


















