"Is There A Gas Leak?", chapter 1
I looked around and everything was gone. The only things left were my guitars. It was sad, but what I wanted. One more show, and the cast party, then I could leave this town forever. Why did everyone stay "STAY!!" when my heart said "GO!!"? My dilemma was like a broken traffic light.
I woke up in a cold sweat, remembering the night I left. I never seemed to have "normal" nightmares. No falling, no evil clowns, just relived my past. Lucky me. I looked over at my clock that said 5:17 in those eerie red digital numbers.
"I guess I can get up it's not like I'm going back to sleep anytime soon." I said out loud to no one but my empty loft. As I made coffee and skimmed the classifieds for a night shift job the phone rang as if on cue. Who would call at 5:30 in the morning? Caller ID said my best friend who convieniantly lived in a different time zone 3 hours later than mine. Convinient for her that is.
"Ok Emily, remember we had this talk about how California is in a different time zone and its a 3 hour difference?" I didn't bother with normal "Hello"s when I answered the phone.
"Well, hello to you too Lindsey! You never were a morning person. God I should hang up now shouldn't I? That sounds good..." Said Emily.
"Yeah, other way around it's always me that does that."
We talked for over an hour and then I realized that I had a job interview. I could always find work until I came out here. And on top of that just about finishing college.
"Emmie, I must go, another interview"
"Another?!?" She said as if I had millions when I hadn't even had a hundred even if you counted job and internship interviews together.
"Today's interview is for a job at Epitaph Records."
"Doing what?"
Emily had made a good point "No clue, whatever it is, it's probably far from a road manager."
"Good luck, and good bye"
"And we all know I'll need it."
With that I hung up and wondered what the job was. I got dressed and left.
***
"I'm sorry Ms. Hamilton, Your just not exactly what we wanted in a bass technician here at Epitaph." Said a "Mr. Yates" who was doing my interview. " I see your going towards a career on tour and we need someone that might not consider a career change at the time."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna work at one place until I die." I muttered under my breath as I walked away.
"Oh but Ms. Hamilton, I think I know of a few indie record companies that were looking for a few technicians and if you want I can forward on you resumé."
"That would be great Mr. Yates, Thank You." I said with a fake smile.
I walked out and thought, indie record company job might not be that bad. I always had a "weird" obsession with Indie bands and labels....That and Liberty Spikes. So what if the pay was lower? Like I Care.
"LINDSEY!!"
I turned around and saw a face that I thought I would never see again.
I woke up in a cold sweat, remembering the night I left. I never seemed to have "normal" nightmares. No falling, no evil clowns, just relived my past. Lucky me. I looked over at my clock that said 5:17 in those eerie red digital numbers.
"I guess I can get up it's not like I'm going back to sleep anytime soon." I said out loud to no one but my empty loft. As I made coffee and skimmed the classifieds for a night shift job the phone rang as if on cue. Who would call at 5:30 in the morning? Caller ID said my best friend who convieniantly lived in a different time zone 3 hours later than mine. Convinient for her that is.
"Ok Emily, remember we had this talk about how California is in a different time zone and its a 3 hour difference?" I didn't bother with normal "Hello"s when I answered the phone.
"Well, hello to you too Lindsey! You never were a morning person. God I should hang up now shouldn't I? That sounds good..." Said Emily.
"Yeah, other way around it's always me that does that."
We talked for over an hour and then I realized that I had a job interview. I could always find work until I came out here. And on top of that just about finishing college.
"Emmie, I must go, another interview"
"Another?!?" She said as if I had millions when I hadn't even had a hundred even if you counted job and internship interviews together.
"Today's interview is for a job at Epitaph Records."
"Doing what?"
Emily had made a good point "No clue, whatever it is, it's probably far from a road manager."
"Good luck, and good bye"
"And we all know I'll need it."
With that I hung up and wondered what the job was. I got dressed and left.
***
"I'm sorry Ms. Hamilton, Your just not exactly what we wanted in a bass technician here at Epitaph." Said a "Mr. Yates" who was doing my interview. " I see your going towards a career on tour and we need someone that might not consider a career change at the time."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna work at one place until I die." I muttered under my breath as I walked away.
"Oh but Ms. Hamilton, I think I know of a few indie record companies that were looking for a few technicians and if you want I can forward on you resumé."
"That would be great Mr. Yates, Thank You." I said with a fake smile.
I walked out and thought, indie record company job might not be that bad. I always had a "weird" obsession with Indie bands and labels....That and Liberty Spikes. So what if the pay was lower? Like I Care.
"LINDSEY!!"
I turned around and saw a face that I thought I would never see again.
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