THE RISE AND FALL OF SMASH ALLEY! (ORIGINAL!)

chapter five ─ drunk words equal sober thoughts

───── ACT ONE, CHAPTER FIVE ─────
Drunk Words Equal Sober Thoughts

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I found myself staying at their apartment longer than my own. Once I got into the band, I had to ease into things. Getting to know the band mates, writing songs and figuring out tunes and notes. All that shit. And I found myself fitting right in. Or, at least I think. I'm not all that sure. But other than work, I spend most of my time with the band. I dunno if that was necessarily a good or a bad thing, but I like it.

I did tell Mar and Sandie. Sandie seems happy about it. Mar, on the other hand. I think he's mad. Mostly because he's been trying to get into a band for ages, but never can. And although I feel bad for it a little bit, this is the most freedom I've had since I ran away from home five years ago.

I was suddenly hanging out with my new band a lot more on my days off. If I didn't
have to work, I would be there all day. I even started spending nights there. Sometimes,
I would come back to my own apartment.
It resulted in worried facial expressions from Sandie, and annoyed words from Mar. Sometimes I deal with it, sometimes I would just leave back out and go back to the band's apartment.

The last night had been pretty bad in particular. Mar and I got into an argument. He was drunk, I could smell it in his breath. I was about to head to work. When Mar was drunk, he was in his feelings . Which is why I tried to be understanding at first, but I just left angry and hurt by the words he said to me. So much that I could barely think about serving the customers with their drinks.

The counter isn't filled with customers anymore, but it's still packed. Almost all the tables are filled up. Another band playing on stage trying to get noticed. I can't help but to think about Sanguine Seduction. If we ever make it big. I wondered what it would be like. But for now, that would remain a mystery.

I feel someone tap my shoulder and it snaps me out of my thoughts. Slightly startled, I look over my shoulder. Daisy is behind me. She looks worried.

"Are you okay?" Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth.

"I'm ... Alright," I answer. Is it completely honest? No, but I don't wanna talk about it, "What's up?"

"Nothin'," Daisy says back, "You looked out of it. Just wanna make sure you're okay."

"That's her way of asking if you're thinking about her."

Stacy. She walks back behind the counter. Her response made me roll my eyes. She's always making fun of the fact that Daisy likes me. She thinks I'm clueless, but I can understand people. Even if sometimes I forget my English.

Daisy looked at her. She's embarrassed. I can see the freckles almost disappear from how red her face was.

"Shouldn't you be serving the customers?" Daisy grumbled.

"I am. I can multitask, Daisy," Stacy told her.

She then looked at me before looking back at Daisy. "You know he doesn't like you back, right?" Stacy said, "He's just too nice to say anything."

"Stacy," I sigh.

She was always such an instigator. I hated that about her. Always making things much more complicated than they had to be.