Be My Bad Boy

We walked to her place, passed the little cafés and shops selling clothes by local designers. Some of the outfits on display were kinda cute, and not all that expensive either. Just imagine, me wearing clothes by an unknown designer. I thought I could make that work. It might even be doing the designer a
favour.
Then Angie nudged me.
"Andy alert. Andy Biersack.Over there."
I looked across the street and saw him, running after a woman. The woman wore a super short skirt and high heels she could barely walk in. Even from this distance, she looked a fair bit older than him but like she worked really hard to hide it. From her outfit, I wondered if she was the one that left the dress at his place. It was cheap and slutty, just the same. Maybe he had a secret girlfriend. Why did that thought make my belly hurt? I didn't care about Andy, not one little bit.

Then he caught up with her and grabbed her hand and thrust some money into it. She turned and threw her arms around his neck.
"Erk, looks like neither of us have a chance with him."
"She's welcome to him." I didn’t care who he hung around it. It meant nothing to me.
"Did you see her? She looked nearly older enough to be his mother."
I turned back to take another glance.
"Maybe not mother. Maybe mother's younger sister?"
She’d slipped his arm around his waist as they walked off down the street together. If he had to hang around with his floozies, he could at least do it in his own neighbourhood not mine.



So, the next morning we were in tree frog outfits again and working the train station. A different station this time but the same drill. Two hours and then we could ditch these stupid costumes and work on Plan B.
Angie had decided that we had to make Black Veil Brides look big, really big. We had to plaster posters all around the Metropolis building so that was all the booker would see when he left. We would walk up and down playing BVB loudly. We'd stalk the staff when they left for lunch and talk really loudly about how much we loved the BVB gig and what a great band they were. It seemed a bit of a dodgy scheme but what did I know? At least it sounded better than some of her other plans like breaking into his office and changing his ringtone on his phone to a BVB song then ringing him constantly until he got the song stuck in his head.
"You've gotta be a bit more bouncy," Angie told me. "You can't scowl at people. You'll scare them off. No one likes a snarky tree frog."

"Like hell they don't. They are grabbing these free frog chocolates like they haven't seen food for a year. What's the problem with people? Most of them don't even say thank you. You'd think they were bought up by wolves or something." I saw another hand shoot out for a free sample. "Hey kid, no more for you. I've seen you walk past here like five times. You've scored enough freebies."

"Hold on, here comes another wave of them."
The commuters herded down the stairs to the concourse in a huge wave. Most of them dressed in navy or black with sour expressions on their faces, as the sound of their stomping footsteps echoed around me. I tried putting a sincere looking smile on my face but, to be honest, it was a bit scary having them all approach like that. Then, ripping the free chocolates out of my hand before I even had a chance to hand them out. I reached into my bag to refill and a woman yelled at me for being too slow. As if she was entitled to my freebies. I'd have snapped back at her but remembered I needed the money. I really needed the money. Even though the pay was shit, that extra bit I'd earn meant the difference between sleeping at night and being kept awake wondering what I'd do if things hadn't improved by the time my paltry savings ran out. Anyway, once she tasted those chocolate tree frogs, revenge would be mine.
I filled up the dinky little cane basket I had over my hands and stood up.
"Hannah! Is that really you? What the hell are you doing?"

The chick in front of me in her tailored suit gave me the once over then wrinkled her nose as though something smelt bad. I recognised her. We'd gone to school together but I didn't remember her name.

I turned my face, hoping she'd get the hint and go away. I could run for an exit before… wait, she'd said my name. She'd already recognised me. There was no escape.
"Oh my god, what's happened to you?" she shrieked, so that everyone across the station could hear. "I'd heard rumours about your dad but didn't realise it'd come to this. Oh, you poor thing."
She rubbed my arm. I grimaced and handed her a tree frog.
"I'm doing this for charity. For the sick children." I wasn't sure if she believed me but it sounded plausible.

As she walked off, I saw her get her phone out of her bag. No doubt to ring everyone she'd ever met to tell them.
When our shift was over, we stuffed our tree frog costumes and all the posters and a few rolls of tape into a bag, and headed across town.

When we got there, we couldn't believe it. There were already three different lots of people sticking up posters. The construction site opposite the venue had a wall filled with posters but we started sticking ours up over them. As soon as we'd put one up, someone covered it with theirs. It looked like every band in town had the same idea and most of them had better posters. Posters with coloured printing on glossy paper. We just had cheap photocopies. How can you look like a promising up-and-coming band with black and white posters?
"Hey, get away, that's our spot," Angie shouted and chased a nerdy guy off down the street but he'd be back as soon as she turned around.
"It looks like a lot of other people have the same idea."
Down the street, music blasted out of an old ghetto blaster while some guys drove around in a beat up car playing more loud music out of their stereo.
I squatted down on the street.
"I don't think this will work." It started to dawn on me. There were probably a thousand or more bands in this town that were just as keen as we were. And that was just to play at this one place. Even if the band played there, it'd just be one night. Being an overnight success took a lot of work. Luckily, I had something a bit more devious planned.

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