"Holly, get your scrawny a** back in here! I'm not done with you!" Holly barely heard her mother's wishes; she just kept slapping her feet against the warm pavement. She had left her shoes lying by the front door in her haste to get away from her and her mother, Joann's, latest screaming match.
Holly absolutely hated when her mother cursed at her and it added fuel to her already raging fire. If she didn't come back what was the worst that could happen? Joann wasn't technically her mother; she was her foster mother and had been since Holly was about six. If they found Holly they would just place her in a better home. That wasn't such a bad thing ten years of fighting seemed like long enough to Holly. So she kept walking far beyond the bounds of her sleepy suburban neighborhood.
It has been two years to the day, since Holly walked out those weather worn doors and she feels it was the best decision she had ever made. The first few weeks were, of course, rough. Plenty of people wanted too much from a sixteen year old girl, causing her became untrusting of almost everyone. But eventually she toughed it out and made the long journey to California.
Holly had just one thing on her mind and that was to make it to the City of Angels. Where she makes a living as a makeup artist for local bands.
Every once in a while a band will hire her for their current tour and she gets to spend several months with the "blooming talent" (aka a bunch of party hungry morons). But no matter how moronic they are it is worth it because she's doing what she loves and she gets to travel to unbelievably amazing places she could have never gone if she were still living with Joann.
Besides every now and then she comes across truly amazing bands.