Joanna Kerrigan shrugs under the weight of her bags as she waits outside the airport for a taxi. Some music competition? Psh! She'd show them how to ROCK, that's for sure!
Her back ached under the weight of her imitation Stratocaster guitar, and her left shoulder demanded she put down the suitcase that had her heavy practice amp. Her right shoulder laughed at her left with it's easier bag full of grungy punk clothing, but silently complained that it, too, was getting tired.
The early morning sun made Joanna flinch as it broke over the horizon, glaring into her eyes. A restless flight with a smelly old man next to her did NOT put her in a good mood, and she wasn't a morning person to begin with. The long wait at baggage claim tried her patience, and sure enough, she had to wait an extra HOUR for her damn guitar to show up. Her fit at the courtesy desk only blew off a bit of that steam...
She knew that if a taxi didn't stop for her in the next minute, she was going to blow a fuse!