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[b][i]Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'[/i][/b][/center]

Directing people back and forth between their different jobs, generally making sure no one was doing something they weren't supposed to and everyone had something to do, Jackson sighed as he approached the audio set-up, making sure the levels on all the amps were appropriately set so they wouldn't blow out once they were used. His focus was drawn away however as Mikayla ducked in front of him, it took him a moment to figure out who she was, but he was able to note behind the Camera that he had met her already, earlier that night during the sound-check. [color=green]"Ten seconds, huh? That'll cost you [i]two[/i] strawberry jam ones."[/color] He smirked in a self-amused manner, adjusting his mic so it was out of his face, looking down at her as he adjusted his top, generally making himself look gorgeous before she hit the record button. 

[color=green]"Opening act here at the Amp was solid tonight, got the crowd nice and riled up, but I think everyone here's a bit keen for the headline to get out there and start tearing shit up."[/color] He said to the camera with a nice, charming wink, putting on his best reporter act as he spoke, tilting his mic back down as he shifted his gaze from the Camera to the smaller woman behind it. [color=green]"Good? Or should I try it again more dramatically?"[/color] Jackson let out a chuckle, reaching past her down to the console she stood in front of, adjusting a few dials at the behest of an unseen voice through his headphones. Tilting his head back in her direction as he leaned over the console, Jackson idly tapped his fingers against the table to no particular tune. [color=green]"They all ready? Some of the crowd here tends to expect a lot, not that i'm saying they won't get it, of course."[/color]