Head spinning, body throbbing and the lights above her head glaring down at her, Adriana was far from in a pleasant state of mind as she laid out of breathe and seeing stars on the floor. The blonde gasped for air at the impact and flinched. Oh that hurt… that hurt a lot… Growing the blonde slowly sat herself up holding the back of her head and cursing under her breathe. That was until she heard a voice, and the voice said Ri-Ri. 

Her soft blue eyes expanded as she stared down at her lap.[i] Ri-Ri, no way…[/i] the moment those words left the person’s mouth she found herself unable to move just staring at her lap. There was only one person on this planet that every called her Ri-Ri. The nickname came from when they were really young, her neighbor and best friend had trouble pronouncing her name. Now she went by Addie instead of Adriana to her friends. So only one person the planet call her Ri-Ri.

Her head turn to look towards the side of the stage where the voice came from. “Ja—” Before she could finish her sentence the bucket that she had launched into the air on her face landed on her head before dumping its contents all down the front of her. Sure she was wearing a paint shirt, paints and shoes because… well it’s her job, she knows her stuff. But her blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail now was covered in black paint… again.  Luckily she had put down a tarp on the stage so there was no damage to the floor.

A small defeated laugh left her as the brush clattered to the ground. “At least I’m done…” She said softly to herself as she got to her feet. However as she held her hand up to shield her eyes from the light she realized that standing across from her was just who she thought it was. “Me? Grow out of being clumsy? That will never happen.” It had been so long since she had seen him (well, in person) that she was tempted to run and jump at him in a hug but she stopped, realizing that she was covered in paint now. “What are you doing here?”

The question had barely left her lips when the rest of the band came into view and Adriana clammed up almost instantly. It wasn’t that she was star-struck or anything like most people would be, it was the simple fact that she honestly didn’t do good in crowds and more than three people excluding her was too much. Not to mention the woman that was with them was the one who was supposed to write her a check for the touch up work. Fumbling and picking up the paint supplies and using the spare towel to quickly get the wet paint out of her hair she stammered to speak to Elizabeth. “I… uh… finished the touch ups… I’m done—I can go…”