VIP Greenery Lounge

My boots were burning after pounding the concrete sidewalk all afternoon! I needed an official backstage chill zone, so I vaulted straight over the rim of a giant glazed patio planter. The cool, damp potting soil felt amazing beneath my soles. Right under a cluster of thick jade leaves, I spotted a flat chunk of smooth gray slate. I wrestled it into the dirt, propped it at the perfect recline against a sturdy stem, and kicked my boots up. A fallen yellow blossom made the sweetest headrest. Even headliners need intermission!