Time was beginning to have a whole new meaning for Alyssa, and her new "life." It was something she just always took for granted. Now every detail, and every second of her day was planned out, using every possible minute of her spare time, and every ounce of energy that she had ... or didn't have. Her popularity was steadily growing, her song becoming more and more popular. Her face was being recognized, and being matched with her voice. It seemed that the whole world was spinning, and no matter how hard she fought ... she couldn't get it to stop.
"Miss Taylor, they are ready to start for the next setup," Alyssa nodded her head following the young girl around the white sheet and to the opened area where a new setup had been arranged. She gave a small smile, admiring the beautiful job they had done with this one. If the pictures turned out well, they would be used for her album cover, and jacket.
The set they managed to put together was amazing. It was all on a white backdrop, with clouds painted on it. There were clouds and stars all around her. A certain ray of light beamed down in the center making it look like it was glowing. Looking down at her outfit, she knew it would fit perfect with the set. A fitted skirt came just to her knees. It was royal blue, with tiny beads dangling at the bottom. The shirt was white, and ended right above the skirt. Exposing a thin line of her tanned stomach. A small heart was cut out of the fabric at her neckline, before her chest. It was simple, and classy, but the tiny heart that showed just the tiny section of skin, and the thin line of her stomach added a feisty appeal to her. They curled, and scrunched her hair until every piece had a perfect spiral, and fell evenly around her face. The side was pulled up with a small heart burette.
"OK, I want you to go and lay flat on your stomach. Let your arms bury into the cotton. Hold your face in you hands, and have your feet in the air," The photographer smiled, adjusting her hair, and the cotton around her. It was elevated some, and with a few camera tricks, it would look like she was lying on a cloud. She smiled as he snapped a few pictures.
"OK, now no smiling look serious, and professional," She sighed straightening out her face. "Wonderful, OK now look up. Just have a dreamy look on your face, like all is wonderful. You're floating, you're in heaven...PERFECT!"
Alyssa stared out the bus window, listening to the rain rythmetically tap against the glass. The sky was gray and the rain only seemed to increase as time passed. The bus came to a complete stop as they pulled up at the venue. It was still about 3 hours before the show, and with the weather there was only a handful of people outside. She heard Drew's heavy footsteps come down the hall, and she knew he was coming to "escort" her out. She gave a small smile as he extended his arm to gesture her out.
"Are you planning on just walking out there like that?" She giggled a little, as Drew handed her an umbrella right before she stepped outside. Some water drops managed to fly under the umbrella and sprinkle the front of her clothes, but for the most part, she stayed dry. They had parked around the back, so she went up a small flight of stairs and was in the backstage wings.
"You're dressing room is all the way down the hall. The 2nd to the last door on the left," Drew told her pointing down the long corridor beside them.
"Thanks," She smiled humming softly down the hallway. There was a sign taped on the door that said "Alyssa Taylor." She smiled running her fingertips across it softly. Opening the door slowly she was greeted with a spacious room, her outfit for the show hanging over one of the chairs. There was a stack of pictures for her to sign on the table, along with stuffed animals from a few fans. She took one last look around the room, setting her bag down on the plush carpet and walked out quickly. She was supposed to be at sound check in 10 minutes. As she continued down the length of the hallway Chris walked out of one of the rooms laughing.
"Hey Chris..." She smiled giving him a small wave.
"Hey chicka, Lance wants to see you..." He touched her shoulder lightly before jogging down the hall. Alyssa thought about it for a moment, before knocking softly on his dressing room door.
"Come in!" He yelled. She opened the door cautiously, seeing him positioned on the couch playing Nintendo. She giggled a little.
"Hey, I heard you needed to see me?"
"Yea, I did," he reached over pausing his game. "It's really important actually. Can you wait and get on our bus after the show so we can talk?"
"Umm.. yeah that sounds great."
