Burning Embers
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
I was rudely ripped from sleep by the pounding on my door. Then bouncing around my room didn’t help matters. "What?" I thundered shooting straight up in bed. Without looking I could tell my hair was sticking up all over the place and my makeup was smeared all around my face. I hadn’t even bothered changing last night. I had just crawled into bed clothes and makeup all.
"That's no way to treat the person who just booked you, like, the sweetest gig ever, grumpy butt!"
I somehow managed to narrow my eyes and roll them at the same time and shot back, "It is when you wake me like that! Don't you know by now that's not the way to get me up?"
"Oh hush, aren't you the least bit curious who I booked you with?" Gina asked her tone dripping with excitement as she paced around my room.
"Not really. How long is it for? Just while they're in town?" I asked sitting up. I wasn't fully awake and I was still contemplating killing her for waking me up like that. Waking me up is a delicate procedure that could possibly get you beat to death if done incorrectly. I prefer for you to play a ringtone on your phone. It's the easiest sure fire way to get me up with me remaining in a good mood.
"Nope," she said dragging out the 'o' and popping the 'p.' I motioned for her to continue and she said, "It's for the first leg of their tour or until they can get another permanent makeup artist!"
"Yay," I said with false enthusiasm, hoping to tone her down a bit. I got up, jerked on some pajama pants, and traipsed into the kitchen for some coffee, with Gina on my heels.
"Do you even care what band it is?" she sang, arching her eyebrow, seeming completely unaffected by my complete and utter disinterest.
"Not really, you know I don't get caught up in all that stuff. They probably are some lame, emo band I've never heard of any way," I said sipping my fancy coffee from my fancy Kuereg coffee maker; a gift from one of the bands I worked for. I instantly perked up, but only slightly.
"It's the Black Veil Brides!" she said jumping up and down.
I just cocked my eyebrow at her, taking a sip of my coffee.
“It’s the Black Veil Brides!” she repeated, everything, expecting an actual reply.
"Awesome," I said finally in the mood to fake enthusiasm for her. I vaguely recalled her blabbering about them. She was mostly in love the one whose name starts with a ‘J’.
After I had my evening coffee, Gina and I began packing for my newest job. I really didn't know what to pack, not that I would be trying to impress anyone, I just wasn’t sure what I was heading into. When we were done packing and Gina was chatting excitedly with a band member I'm sure, I logged on to my HP and typed into Google: Black Veil Brides.
Interesting. Their look seemed to be almost normal at first, but as the photos progressed they seemed to sway more towards.. well, let's put it this way, if Mötley Crüe and Kiss had a baby band, that would be Black Veil Brides. They weren't my type of music at all, but they didn't seem terrible. I clicked my way to YouTube and selected a few videos and watched a few interviews; they seemed to have decent sense of humor, heavy on the sarcasm. They didn’t seem too bad overall. At least it wouldn’t be total misery.
When I was finished stalking my new clients I settled in for a movie, Fun with Dick and Jane. I decided on a comedy to distract myself from the upcoming tour I was about to participate in, in six days.
I was rudely ripped from sleep by the pounding on my door. Then bouncing around my room didn’t help matters. "What?" I thundered shooting straight up in bed. Without looking I could tell my hair was sticking up all over the place and my makeup was smeared all around my face. I hadn’t even bothered changing last night. I had just crawled into bed clothes and makeup all.
"That's no way to treat the person who just booked you, like, the sweetest gig ever, grumpy butt!"
I somehow managed to narrow my eyes and roll them at the same time and shot back, "It is when you wake me like that! Don't you know by now that's not the way to get me up?"
"Oh hush, aren't you the least bit curious who I booked you with?" Gina asked her tone dripping with excitement as she paced around my room.
"Not really. How long is it for? Just while they're in town?" I asked sitting up. I wasn't fully awake and I was still contemplating killing her for waking me up like that. Waking me up is a delicate procedure that could possibly get you beat to death if done incorrectly. I prefer for you to play a ringtone on your phone. It's the easiest sure fire way to get me up with me remaining in a good mood.
"Nope," she said dragging out the 'o' and popping the 'p.' I motioned for her to continue and she said, "It's for the first leg of their tour or until they can get another permanent makeup artist!"
"Yay," I said with false enthusiasm, hoping to tone her down a bit. I got up, jerked on some pajama pants, and traipsed into the kitchen for some coffee, with Gina on my heels.
"Do you even care what band it is?" she sang, arching her eyebrow, seeming completely unaffected by my complete and utter disinterest.
"Not really, you know I don't get caught up in all that stuff. They probably are some lame, emo band I've never heard of any way," I said sipping my fancy coffee from my fancy Kuereg coffee maker; a gift from one of the bands I worked for. I instantly perked up, but only slightly.
"It's the Black Veil Brides!" she said jumping up and down.
I just cocked my eyebrow at her, taking a sip of my coffee.
“It’s the Black Veil Brides!” she repeated, everything, expecting an actual reply.
"Awesome," I said finally in the mood to fake enthusiasm for her. I vaguely recalled her blabbering about them. She was mostly in love the one whose name starts with a ‘J’.
After I had my evening coffee, Gina and I began packing for my newest job. I really didn't know what to pack, not that I would be trying to impress anyone, I just wasn’t sure what I was heading into. When we were done packing and Gina was chatting excitedly with a band member I'm sure, I logged on to my HP and typed into Google: Black Veil Brides.
Interesting. Their look seemed to be almost normal at first, but as the photos progressed they seemed to sway more towards.. well, let's put it this way, if Mötley Crüe and Kiss had a baby band, that would be Black Veil Brides. They weren't my type of music at all, but they didn't seem terrible. I clicked my way to YouTube and selected a few videos and watched a few interviews; they seemed to have decent sense of humor, heavy on the sarcasm. They didn’t seem too bad overall. At least it wouldn’t be total misery.
When I was finished stalking my new clients I settled in for a movie, Fun with Dick and Jane. I decided on a comedy to distract myself from the upcoming tour I was about to participate in, in six days.
Gah I did it again. I'll try and post a chapter today.
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