My Wasted Youth
Seriously
"Are you serious?" Jack asked.
"Well, y-yeah if-f you guys need one." I dropped my gaze back to my notebook. Great, trying to convince them to let me handle their band crap and my stutter shows up. I was stupid for saying anything. This stupid stutter has followed me around most of my life and has a habit of showing up at the worst times (talking to cute guys, stressful situations- you get the picture) Why would they want me as a manager? It's not like I was charming, cute, or even that smart really. I was just plain ol' Salem, terrified that the world would forget about her. I sank lower in my chair. Maybe they would just forget I said anything.
"I don't know, how can we be sure you can handle this?" Rian asked.
Well there went that hope.
"Maybe we could devise a test or something? You could take it, and if you do well, we've found a manger." Alex suggested.
I took a deep breath before answering. "Okay, let's do it."
"Oh, not now. After school, come to this address and we will be waiting for you." Alex took my notebook and pen out of my hands, turned to a new page, and scribble an address. He then flipped back to what I was writing and began to skim the page. I snatched the notebook back.
"Sorry, work in progress! No p-peeking!"
"You like to write?" He asked.
"Yeah, stories and stuff."
"Nice." He nodded his head. The bell for lunch rang and we all headed to our next class
"Well, y-yeah if-f you guys need one." I dropped my gaze back to my notebook. Great, trying to convince them to let me handle their band crap and my stutter shows up. I was stupid for saying anything. This stupid stutter has followed me around most of my life and has a habit of showing up at the worst times (talking to cute guys, stressful situations- you get the picture) Why would they want me as a manager? It's not like I was charming, cute, or even that smart really. I was just plain ol' Salem, terrified that the world would forget about her. I sank lower in my chair. Maybe they would just forget I said anything.
"I don't know, how can we be sure you can handle this?" Rian asked.
Well there went that hope.
"Maybe we could devise a test or something? You could take it, and if you do well, we've found a manger." Alex suggested.
I took a deep breath before answering. "Okay, let's do it."
"Oh, not now. After school, come to this address and we will be waiting for you." Alex took my notebook and pen out of my hands, turned to a new page, and scribble an address. He then flipped back to what I was writing and began to skim the page. I snatched the notebook back.
"Sorry, work in progress! No p-peeking!"
"You like to write?" He asked.
"Yeah, stories and stuff."
"Nice." He nodded his head. The bell for lunch rang and we all headed to our next class
1/27/13