By All The Usual Standards

6 hours.
I have been sanwhiched between a sulky teenager and an elderly woman with 10 grandchildren for 6 hours.
When I finally step off my flight from New York to LA, I'm telling myself that driving back to New York is a better idea than sitting through another flight like that one.
I run my fingers through my hair and look around for directions to bagage claim. LAX is huge, and I'm a bit overwhelmed.
After I manage to find my bags, I am able to find a taxi quickly. Unfortunately, because of traffic, it's a three hour drive to the hotel. I'm nervous. This is my first real job since I left university. According to my boss, a kind gentleman by the name of Jared, I will be touring with and photographing a band called Of Mice and Men.
The hotel is beautiful, and I'm a little surprised. I'm not used to luxury. I struggle just to get by.
The man I recognize as Jared sees me, and he waves. "Roswell! It's good to see you. I hope traffic wasn't too bad."
I smile and shake my head. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
"Great!" He says with a grin. "I'm guessing youwant to meetthe band."
"Um, yeah. That would be thenext logical step."
He laughed. "Come on. They're waitin upstairs."

Notes

Okay, really short. I know. I just kind of wanted to get into this so that you know who Roswell is and how she became the Of Mice and Men photographer. Austin and the rest of them will be in the next chapter.
Lots of love.
Blue