Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

seven

• Lauren •

In the tiny shower connected to our room I wash my self down and change into a black top with a leopard print colour, a tan skirt, black tights and swing a small black bag over my shoulder.

I haven't got any lessons till this afternoon so I'm heading down to a local bar where hopefully they give me a job.

The halls are almost empty so I walk out and make my way out of the school. I've always been good at rendering my way around places.

Quickly I find the little bar on the corner of the street and walk in like I'd been told too. It's a little rundown rustic pub that I can see people love. There a stage at the end and seats around. The bar is lined with with bar stools and drinks behind.

"Hi!" A young man with a beard comes out and shakes my hand.

"Hey! I'm Lauren Aniston" I smile.

"Jake Mosley! I run the bar, so basically we are looking for someone who can serve drinks, whip tables down and take orders" he explains as I stand opposite him. His hair is ginger and he wears a tartan too with black jeans and boots.

"Okay" I smile as he takes me behind the bar.

"So obviously this is quite a vintage pub and you ever definitely got the look for that. Have you worked in bars before?" He asks.

Well no because my mum is Jennifer Aniston and I've not had to work before and really i-

"No, but I used to serve drinks at weddings" I say hoping he won't be too disappointed.

"Oh okay! Well really I need a bar waitress now and you seem up for the job. What do you say? Would you like the job?" He grins at me.

"Yes please" I smile.

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Okay music here is so boring. I mean I know all this stuff. I find myself staring out the window a lot trying to pass the time.

"Miss Aniston if you are do advanced then please come and play something in the piano!" The teacher snaps at me.

"No thanks" I sigh falling back in my chair. Abby sits beside my a nudges me every so often to concentrate.

When I was younger I had a real interest in music,I still do. Back home I have my own music room where I'd sit for hours on the piano or the guitar just playing away. I wrote some of my first songs in there. Mum never understood it because both my parents were actors and had no interest in music or singing.

"Right Miss Aniston please come here and play something!" The teacher snaps. Quickly I walk over and sit behind the piano.

I begin to play twinkle twinkle little star really badly to wined her up before breaking out into Ocean Breeze that sure enough my teacher knows.

People gasp as I play it and Miss claps for me.

"There." I push the chair back and take a seat.

"Can you play anything else?" She ask once she's set the class on a task.

"Guitar" I shrug.