[CLOSED] but i know it dont matter.

[gavin lucas carter]

"That depends on how many pictures you take a night. Granted they wont all be amazing because it's a concert and he's moving and stuff. We usually pay about three thousand for the set. But we're also paying for your hotel rooms, your food, any clothes you may need on tour, personal items, internet. We don't replace anything that gets broken, though. But you can always contact Cannon or whoever your cameras are made by and see if you can get them insured." His manager tapped his pen on the table. If he didn't want, he would just hire another photographer.

"We usually only six hundred a set, and they have to pay for their own rooms and such. But I like your pictures. Gavin liked your pictures apparently. But that's up to you. Touring sucks and you can ask any of us- we would rather be here at home. But we can't." He shrugged, and Gavin poked his head in.

"Are you done yet? I gotta go home." He complained. He had been pacing the halls, but they were taking forever.

"Few more minutes." His manager said, and shooed him away.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton nodded. He had debated about getting insurance before on his cameras. It was expensive though and he hadn't felt the need that he really needed it. But then again, if he couldn't take all his cameras he would just sell them. If he did that he would have more then enough money to pay for monthly insurance.

"Touring doesn't seem that much different then what I usually do." he said simply. "I've had to attend three fashion shows in the same day in different parts of the world." he ran his hand through his hair again, weighing a bit longer before he answered.

Clinton looked over when he saw Gavin. He tried not to smile as he watched him pop back out of the room just as quickly as he had come in. "I'm in." he said simply looking back at the manager. "I need to know how much space I can have though that way I can pick my cameras."

[gavin lucas carter]

"You have a bunk like everyone else. The bunk as compartments above and below them for items. It's enough to hold five cameras, your cords, a laptop, an ipod, your phone and anything you may need to hide like money or papers. You can bring along three suitcases. Pack them to the brim. That's what Gavin does. You can always go get those fold away bags that you vaccuum the air out and pack twice as much." He shrugged, then called Gavin back in. He walked in, his hands in his pockets.

"Can I go now?" He asked.

"One more song." His manager said, and he nodded, taking the lyric sheet from him and walking into the glass room again.