It was endless, my meek of existence and this fucking Burger King shift. Julia was trying her best to find me an actually enjoyable job but I was currently working the graveyard shift in this hell to pay my share of the rent. I was hoping to tech for someone, anyone really, but luck just wasn't coming our way. Even with a college degree jobs don't exactly pop up ever day. I brush some of my black curls back into my hat and return to flipping burgers. My phone rings.
"Lily put down your spatula and get your ass over here cause our lives are about to change for the better." Julia hangs up. I set down my spatula as instructed. Running to my car I know that somethings up, Julia will not call anyone unless it is an absolute emergency she is bound to strictly text based communication. I pull into the spot in front of the complex Julia and I live in. She opens the door before I even have my keys out. "I think I found us jobs you have 15 minutes to make yourself presentable we've got a job interveiw to attend." Soon enough clothes are flying her comments range from "you aren't some sycophantic stripper" to "you look like a Chihuahua what a the hell".
13 minutes later I'm in a shimmery green dress a sharp contrast to my dark skin. Julia's messing with my hair conducting a last second braid and we're off. We enter a room wbere none other than Matt Flyzik sits on a worn leather chair. I turn to Julia eyes wide. All Time Low has always been by far my favorite band and she knows it. Her smirk is unreal. Matt asks us some questions that boil down to 'can you tune a guitar' luckily that is exactly what I wanted to do and I snag the job easy. We have until tomorrow at 9 to gather our things and report to a nearby venue to begin tour.
