Wait For Me

New Bosses

"Really, Tom, this wasn't necessary." I breathed out, walking down the long hallways. I struggled to keep up with Tom's fast pace- though I said nothing about it, knowing he was on a tight schedule. 

"Of course it was, you needed help getting out of a tough spot, and we needed the help." Tom chuckled, glancing at me over his shoulder as we walked. Though we were roughly the same height, it seemed like his legs were longer than mine to have him able to move so quickly. That or maybe he was just used to going at a fast pace all the time- where as my previous job I'd barely moved around throughout the day. 

All the people around us seemed to be going at the same pace as Tom- quickly. 

"I'm sure I could've found a job on my own- you didn't have to get one for me." I breathed out, shaking my head slightly. 

Tom slowed his pace as we approached a door. Stopping only long enough to pull the door open, holding his arm out to allow me to step through in front of him. "I'm sure you could have, but you would've been stuck there in the meantime. You're not just my artist, Lina, you're my friend. I will help you anywhere I can- now come on they're waiting." Tom chuckled, pulling the door closed behind us. 

"What are you even expecting me to do again?" I sighed, shoving my hands down into the pockets on my shorts. Tom quickly started moving once more, not bothering to look back to see if I was following. 

"Well, you're not officially here for anything." Tom admitted sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. "But, wait, if I'm not doing anything then why am I being paid?" That made no sense. Tom and I had discussed pay and everything.  "Oh no, you misunderstand- you'll be doing plenty. You just don't have a set job." He stated simply. I couldn't help but let my mind wander towards the many rumors I'd heard over the years about the band my friend worked for- and I couldn't help but find myself frowning slightly. 

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I questioned, watching as we approached yet another door. 

This time, instead of opening it and immediately stepping through to the other side, Tom turned around to face me as he slowed to a stop. It was only once he saw the look that must've been on my face that he laughed, reaching out and placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, nothing like that! Don't even think that!" He laughed, "You're just going to help out wherever you're needed. For example, they all get themselves dressed and stage ready- but should someone need help with make up, you help." His explanation had me nodding my head simply. 

"So, sort of like a personal assistant or something?" I asked to be sure that I understood. 

Tom paused for a moment, seemingly thinking it over. "Yes, almost exactly like that. Just instead of one set boss, you have six!" He nodded, "Now, let's get in there so you can meet them." 

This time, Tom watched me for a few moments as I nodded my head. Like he was giving me a few moments to gather myself before he opened the door that we stood in front of. I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling nervous, as what sounded like chaos was heard from inside the room. Once more I glanced to Tom, only for him to hurriedly wave me through the door ahead of him. 

Upon stepping into the room, I was surrounded by five very large men. All of them already dressed and ready to head towards the stage. The only signals my brain was sending as I stood there staring at them, was how I suddenly felt very short. 

One by one, the five men noticed that Tom and I had entered the room, and they began to calm and quiet down around us. 

"I thought the meet and greet was done?" One of them, I believe he was Richard, mumbled, looking towards who I think was Paul- who simply shrugged his shoulders in response.