Rage

Chapter Six

M9rning The rest of the day went great. Kells and I met up with Matt, Jay, and Andrew, and hung out until later in the evening. He brought us back to his hotel to toke, and then to his apartment on the edge of the city, where he showed us his home studio. At some point we exchanged phone numbers and talked about a future collaboration between him and our band. Around 7:30 he said he had a date with his daughter to tuck her in for the night, which I found absolutely adorable, so we all went our separate ways.

Tonight was another boring night at the gas station. I swear to God, only other 3rd shifters, like myself, and the crack heads were up at this hour. At least I think so, seeing as these are the only customers I ever get.

Just as I handed the weirdo with very bad B.O. his change for his bag of pork rinds and Red Bull, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Looking at the name across the screen, I smiled.

'Hey u, hope ur not bein hounded by CLEs finest lol'

If only he knew the type of people that came through here late at night... To be honest, I'm not sure why this is the only 24 hour store that doesn't have protective glass. Wow, I just realized how stupid I am, risking my life four nights a week for a measly $8.50! Well, it's all I've got right now. Until the band makes it big, that is.

I got a text from Matt earlier saying him and Kells were kicking it at his place. Matt's house is bad ass. He has a work-from-home job, selling insurance or something. Anyway, it pays well.

He has a two-story, 3 bedroom house in Tremont, with a basement that he turned into our own personal, mini recording studio. It has the basics, nothing fancy like at MGK's house.

Matt said they were jamming and he was letting him hear some of our other tracks that we didn't play at the show. Apparently, he's pretty impressed with our work. I wonder what this means, having a big name like Machine Gun Kelly digging our tunes? Whatever, I've learned it's best not to get your hopes up, and never depend on others for what you want.

The clock on my register is saying "1:48 am." Dear Lord, please keep me awake until 7. It'd be so much easier if there was actually something to do! Waiting an hour between customers sucks. I'm basically paid to watch the clock tick, and ring out a total of maybe 20 people throughout the night. Eh, I should really stop complaining, it's money...

Just as I was about to give myself a lecture on being grateful for what I have, the door dinged, signalling my next customer.

And who was that, you may ask? Well damn, none other than Mr. Machine Gun Kelly himself...

Sorry it's been literally forever since my last update. I have a few chapters mapped out, but here's one to hold you over until I get those finished. :)