Guided by an Old Man (Very Slow Update)

Importent? is He not?

Your breaking my back with these jokes. This isn't funny. I rather you where a paper bag, Dear. You look silly.

The man and I were in the dressing room back stage. He knew where there would be some clothing that I could use but I would have to bring them back, washed. I looked through my handful of choice. There were back leather pants, purple and green strip leggings, short shorts, I couldn't pick.

I feel a tip on the shoulder. I turned around and saw the man holding a red and black 1960's Harley Quinn pants. He smirks at me when I grabbed it. I am wearing this.

"I knew you would like it. I saw you wear a Batman beyond helment before you came in." He leans on the wall behind him. " Though you would have to bring that back. The star of the show would kill me. It's a good thing she's only here every Saturday."

Today was Thursday, I had a day to get it back here. Which is fine.

You are a forgetful person.

I walk into the bathroom.

"You'll remind me, right?" I whisper while taking off my pants.
"Umm...do you have a bag I can put my pants in?"

I hear moving around, then a knock on the door. I go open it a little bit and grab a grey bag out of his hands. I whisper a fast thanks and went back to changing my pants.

"I guess I'm the one going to be training you huh?" He says while I hear more moving around.

I'm not reminding you of anything. Use your brain.

"Haha...like when do I ever not use my brain, Gramp's?" I whisper. I fold my pants and put them into the gray bag."Why do you say that?"

"There are three cleaners here. I have been here the longest. Therefore, i train you. I have a list of things and rules that I'll give to you once you are done." I opened the door when he was done talking and pull up my hand to him.

"My name is Anna. I'm going to be working with you for a while in order to get where I want to be. So, I'll play nice." I smile as he shakes my hand. Trying to be brave. He's hot but, that won't stop me from my goal.

"Anthony and where do you want to be." He raises an eye brow, while he spoke my hand. He's hands were very strong and full of conference.

"You'll see."

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I swear you better not be dating any one! You know if your anut knew what is going on I bet she would say the same thing. I bet ten bucks....or I could tell you stories until you are done cleaning the toilet.

I clinched my teeth and keeped scrubbing with announce. Once I was done the woman's bathrooms, it was so clean, the yellow floor was white and you might have to cover your eyes from the light.

"Grampa, a job is a job. You got to work your way up from nothing."

That has nothing to do with what I said. -_-

"Shut up!" I was too tired to give a shit of what this old man said. I walked out with the bucket filled with water that need to be dumped out. It was heavy but nothing I couldn't handle.

I took a peek over at the stage and Anthony was sweeping it down after the following show. I haven't had a chance to see any of the shows showing yet. The list of things and rules were just to much. The book was so thick. But then Anthony, said to take my time with it and don't worry to much.

He was done sweeping and lefted his head. We locked eyes. I don't know why but I felt my skin grow red with heat. Oh....oh no. I grabbed the bucket and walked away feeling....shy. I pour the water in the tub in the back. Not paying attention I slip on a cored leading to the tap. The tap turned on and in seconds I was wet. I scermed at the sudden cold water on my skin. Max, a short Mexican and one of the cooks, comes running in asking if I'm okay. Then he smiles and tries to help me up.