My Wasted Youth
I want adventure
The bell finally rings after what seems like an eternity. It very well may have been I mean we could have gotten stuck in a random worm hole that just dropped us….. Sorry, off topic. Where was I? Oh yeah, so the bell rings and I gather up my stuff. Study hall was the last class before lunch, so I make my way to the cafeteria. Taking in the filled tables, Blythe seemed to have once again forgotten to save me a seat. A sigh escapes my lips- great, no where to sit. "Hey, need a seat?"
I turn to my left to see Alex, sitting at a table with only three other guys. "Seems like it." I reply. "Here you can sit with us. Scoot your ass over Rian." Alex pats the newly made space on the lunch table's bench and I slide in to join them. "So, clearly you know me. Allow me to introduce my gang of misfits. This guy over here, with the weird lesbian hair is Zack." He points toward the guy sitting across the table from me. Zack had longer black hair that hung in his face, and what I thought were brown eyes. When he shifted to get a look at me though, I saw they were actually this really pretty hazel color, brown with greenish blue snaking through them. "This lanky freak is Jack." The guy sitting next to Zack, Jack, was a tall, skinny guy with shaggy black hair with a bleached streak in the front and big brown eyes. "And last but not least, we have Rian." Rian had longish brown hair and perfect teeth- the kind of perfect that had me in braces for three years.
"Hey guys." I gave a little wave to them.
"So you’re the girl who actually likes good music?" Jack asks.
"Well, yeah I guess."
"Nice." Jack nods his head.
They all return to the conversation they had been having before I showed up. I pull my notebook out of my bag and go back to my writing. She glanced away from him. "Why should I?" She questioned. "Because you will never find what you seek living like this." He whispered.- I was yanked from by writing by the boys arguing.
"I'm just saying, we need one." Zack stated.
"Why?" Alex asked.
"We need someone who is actually organized. Someone who can help us actually book gigs and get our music out there." Jack said.
"I don't see why we can't do it ourselves." Rian said.
"Really, Rian? We are lucky we can actually remember to rehearse once a week." Zack countered.
"Bottom line, we need a manager. Someone organized, who is willing to take a risk and try and get this band off the ground." Jack stated.
Wait, a manager? Hhhmmm…. This could be my chance. Getting to hang out with these guys, doing something exciting. I could be organized, and my uncle works at that one bar downtown that is always looking for perfumers. "Maybe, I could do it?" I asked, quietly.
"What?" Zack asked, turning to look at me. I turn my face to meet his gaze.
"I said, maybe I could do it." I repeat a little louder.
I turn to my left to see Alex, sitting at a table with only three other guys. "Seems like it." I reply. "Here you can sit with us. Scoot your ass over Rian." Alex pats the newly made space on the lunch table's bench and I slide in to join them. "So, clearly you know me. Allow me to introduce my gang of misfits. This guy over here, with the weird lesbian hair is Zack." He points toward the guy sitting across the table from me. Zack had longer black hair that hung in his face, and what I thought were brown eyes. When he shifted to get a look at me though, I saw they were actually this really pretty hazel color, brown with greenish blue snaking through them. "This lanky freak is Jack." The guy sitting next to Zack, Jack, was a tall, skinny guy with shaggy black hair with a bleached streak in the front and big brown eyes. "And last but not least, we have Rian." Rian had longish brown hair and perfect teeth- the kind of perfect that had me in braces for three years.
"Hey guys." I gave a little wave to them.
"So you’re the girl who actually likes good music?" Jack asks.
"Well, yeah I guess."
"Nice." Jack nods his head.
They all return to the conversation they had been having before I showed up. I pull my notebook out of my bag and go back to my writing. She glanced away from him. "Why should I?" She questioned. "Because you will never find what you seek living like this." He whispered.- I was yanked from by writing by the boys arguing.
"I'm just saying, we need one." Zack stated.
"Why?" Alex asked.
"We need someone who is actually organized. Someone who can help us actually book gigs and get our music out there." Jack said.
"I don't see why we can't do it ourselves." Rian said.
"Really, Rian? We are lucky we can actually remember to rehearse once a week." Zack countered.
"Bottom line, we need a manager. Someone organized, who is willing to take a risk and try and get this band off the ground." Jack stated.
Wait, a manager? Hhhmmm…. This could be my chance. Getting to hang out with these guys, doing something exciting. I could be organized, and my uncle works at that one bar downtown that is always looking for perfumers. "Maybe, I could do it?" I asked, quietly.
"What?" Zack asked, turning to look at me. I turn my face to meet his gaze.
"I said, maybe I could do it." I repeat a little louder.
1/27/13