You Don't Care About Us.

Leni.

She sat with her head resting on her palm. Daniel, a co-worker, sat next to her fixing a microphone.

"Pass me the screw driver, will you?" he said with his hand stretched out towards her.

She sat up and looked through the tool box under the sound booth. Once located, she gave him the item, and went back to her bored position.

"When can we go home? I've already done my part, it's not my fault other people goof around. I deserve to go home. I didn't fucking drop the shitty speakers."

Daniel chuckled, "Don't worry, at least we're getting paid for not working," he said giving her a look, "well, technically speaking."

She rolled her eyes at him and shoved his arm. "Shut up, you're doing that just to get ahead tomorrow. I can't do anything, i'm already done and ready for tomorrow night."

"True, so where were you suppose to go?" he asked her.

She shrugged, "No where, just wanted to get home."

He clicked his tongue, not believing her word. "Oh please, someone is home waiting for you. Everyone has at least one thing."

She looked at him smiling, "You should focus much more on your work than in my private life, Daniel."

"Can't help it. You're still young, you're not as bad looking, and I just CAN'T genuinely believe that you don't have fun after work! Are you a prude or what!?" he laughed.

Emilia didn't find what he said offensive. She knew him well enough to know he didn't mean it as harm. "Actually yes, I have a chasity belt and all!"

Daniel laughed, "but seriously, Emilia, go have fun. I'll cover for you tomorrow morning if your hungover. You can come work later when the concert begins."

She thought about it. "Really? You'd do that?"

"Honest. You need it."

She smiled and rolled her eyes once more. "Fine fine, i'll party my innocence away tonight after we're let out."

Brian stood by his apartment window. He didn't have any clothes on apart from his dirty boxers.

It was getting late. The sun was going down, highlighting the small town. It was starting to get cold out, he could see it as people walked the streets talking, making the air around their mouths fog.

"Brian, are we gonna eat or not? I'm starving, you inconsiderate twat!"

Brian chuckled at his tall friend. Stephan stood at the entrance of the bedroom door with his arms crossed. He stared at Brian, who could see his reflection on the window.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a bit."

Stephan nodded and happily sung a tune. Once alone again, Brian looked at the time and sighed. He ruffled his own hair, like Emilia would do, and joined Stephan on the couch.

"So this new song, what's it called?" his friend asked.

"I actually don't know yet. I only got the lyrics down. I have some ideas on the tune, but I.... I'm just not sure how I want this to go, ya'know?" he reached for his chicken tender and took a bite, watching Stephan looking over the messy handwritten song.

He starts to read the lyrics outloud, causing Brian to close his eyes. With a lit cigarette and a beer in his clamy hand, he sits back and listens to Stephans calm voice.

I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky
Beneath her shoulder, beneath her evil eye
She towers over this male who is a fly
My sci-fi lullaby
I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky
I beg below her, my limbs are paralyzed
She beats me harder than any kind of guy
My sci-fi lullaby

They stay quite for a second. Stephan thinking of how this song should be produced and Brian imagining a scenerio in his vivid mind.

"I think I got it..... No.... No I don't. Are you trying it on guitar?" the tall friend asked.

Brian shook his head. "No, no instrument, it was just kinda like a poem that came to me."

His friend nodded, he sat the paper down and continued to eat. "Another in the box, I guess."

Brian sighed making a cloud of smoke around him. "Yea.." he pictured Milly and Ryder, the asshole, on a special night. He didn't know why, but its what he always thought of, "another in the box."