#tgtstarter

She sat under the shade of a couple of large trees, determinedly looking away from the VIP tent. How preferred was 'preferred seating' if everyone in the Golden Triangle could pay for it, anyway? A blanket, a couple of books and a packed sandwich was pretty 'preferred', in Bella's opinion. 

"God, everyone here is just so sheltered. Someone in my class was talking about how we should stop sending aid to developing countries because we're 'indulging' them. Have you ever heard anything more ignorant?"

"Working throughout the week, and I don't even get weekends with all these emergency calls. Seventy hour work weeks should be illegal.  I need a massage,  a martini, and a long bath."

Bella was rarely so blatant about her excitement, but this was a pivotal moment in her life. She'd never been to a poetry slam, not even in New York, which was poetry slam capital. Dad wouldn't let her leave the house that late at night.