Yours Musically

30. Williams

Chapter Thirty - Williams

"Well, you weren't kidding when you said this wasn't the best place out there," I muttered.

My hands were resting on my hips as I checked out the place from its packed parking lot while Matt fetched his guitar from the backseat of his car.

He shot me a look. "Do I ever?"

I rolled my eyes, turning towards the entrance of the bar, which was concealed by a long queue of people, and most of them appeared to be drunk already. And it wasn't even 6 p.m.

I eyed the last guy in the line who was swaying from side to side while hollering the word 'tomorrow' at someone over the phone, and the woman with emo makeup in front of him screaming at people ahead her to 'move it'.

With an exhale, I started walking towards the queue until a hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me back.

Matt stared down at me with a little frown. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Into the bar?"

"You—" he cut himself off, struggled for a moment and when I raised a brow at him, he finally cleared his throat and continued, "just remember that if they ask for your name, like they mostly do in these places, give them a fake one."

I frowned. "Is this place illegal or something?"

He didn't answer right away as he shut the door of his car and motioned with his chin for me to start walking with him. "They pay good."

"Since when do you need the money? You have tons of it."

"Just because I do, it doesn't mean everyone in the group does."

I don't know why the fact that he was considerate towards others made me feel all nice and weird inside. Can you be anymore pathetic, Becks?

"But you could find better gigs," I said. "I'm sure you guys can do better than this fossil town."

I usually wasn't the one for judging, but going by the old wooden planks for walls with various cracks serving as peep holes and a roof that looked like it hadn't had any maintenance in a century, one couldn't help but form an opinion.

"It isn't as bad as it looks from the outside." He shrugged.

"Let's hope we don't find otherwise."

Just as we reached the queue, Matt's phone rang and as he pulled it out of his pocket, I averted my attention to my surroundings, focusing on the drunk guy who was still last in the line. Once I got behind him, I made sure I maintained at least three feet between us.

"How long do you think this is going..." I trailed off when I realized Matt wasn't next to me anymore.

What the hell?

I stood up on my tiptoes to catch him in the front, cutting the queue and walking right past the huge male bouncers at the entrance like he owned the place.

Huh? I started after him, staring unsurely at the bouncers as I neared them. They were eyeing me too, and as I awkwardly began to walk past them, one of them held up an arm to stop me.

"Get in the line," he said gruffly, looking a little alert as if I he was expecting me to break in.

"Uh, actually... you know the guy who just walked inside? I'm with him."

"Oh." They looked between each other for a moment.

And when one of them nodded and started to step aside, I knew they'd almost let me in. Almost.