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Post by Tristan Derek Halbert on Oct 25, 2014 13:45:29 GMT -5
Graduating from NYU was something Tristan wanted to do for himself. Not completing school the first time had nagged at him ever since the accident had happened. It would have ultimately turned into one of his biggest regrets if he hadn’t enrolled again, so Tristan just bit the bullet to get it over and done with. He already knew he had his career set in stone, and he didn’t have a problem with that. He liked working with the music industry, digging out the fresh talent and pushing them forward to help make their dreams come true. Tristan could happily do that for the rest of his days. Completing university was just something he needed to strike from his bucket list before he could move on with his life and truly embrace that future. Plus, it gave him a chance to pursue the other things he liked most, to hone his skills in other areas and to find a way to better his talents that might improve his own career; even if that career was sorted out thanks to his father owning the record company. Tristan wanted to be able to live off his own name though, and not his father’s. He wanted to prove himself to be just as great, if not better, than the man who built the company from the ground up.
His father would retire one day and hand the kingdom to his son, but Tristan hoped to have proven himself to the rest of the employees by then. He didn’t want a struggle of drama and inter-office nightmares because some of the more stubborn colleagues thought themselves too superior to listen to a man who they still thought of as a little boy, even if he did tower over them by now. Tristan just wanted to accept the position when the time came and move on with the company in the way that they had talked about always doing. It would happen eventually, whether people wanted it to or not. Tristan was already being prepared for that day, but thankfully there should be at least another five years before it came. His father was a workaholic who would continue to work until his mother mentioned retiring to Florida and buying a beach house there.
Concerts, gigs and any other sort of music show was just another day in the life for Tristan, but he enjoyed every one of them just as much. It might have been work for him, but there was still the atmosphere of the crowd, the music, and the enjoyment of the venues. Some might have been tiny and cramped, others were massive, filled to capacity with the music deafeningly loud. Even after a bad day they were just the thing to fix his mood. Tristan mixed the drinks quickly, just like he did when he was entertaining guests at the bar at his apartment. He offered one to Tori and then tasted his own, smiling at the result. “It depends what role I’m here in.” He explained, gesturing to the comfier seats. There was no need for them to stand around awkwardly when they could be comfy. “If I’m working I’m usually down there, backstage somewhere. Tonight, however, I’m not officially working so I can enjoy the perks a bit more.” He said with a smile.
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