#eastcliff.event01

[mandacjs]

Her fingers felt numb by the end of the set and her clothes clung to her frame from all the heat of the night. Being on stage often felt like a workout, but it was a high she’d always love to chase. Singing the last of her song, she closed out the show and wished everyone a good night. Helping her band wrap up the stage, she put her guitar in its case before handing it off to her bandmate. The sound of fireworks lighting up the sky caught her attention and reminded her it was the end of the festival. Chey hopped off stage while her eyes were focused on the sky, the different hues lighting up her face. However, in true Chey Johnson fashion, she stumbled coming down from the stage and fell right into a bystander. “Jesus,” she mumbled hastily, pulled from her firework daze. “Sorry about that.” She laughed and nodded towards the stage. “I swear that wasn’t me trying to crowd surf...” 

[jennskates]

She wasn’t exactly sure how she got roped into this, but it seemed like a fun idea at the time. Face painting strangers would’ve been a job she’d kill for whenever she was younger working these types of events, but now as her booth remained empty, she felt like she was losing her mind. Her sister was the one who pushed her to volunteer, and of course the teen was off with her friends not even visiting her station once. Jenn was getting restless. 

“You!” she called out to a near bystander. “I’ll literally paint your face for free. Come on. Give me something to do, I’m dying here.”