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.
