I Hate Myself for Loving You

Heaven Isn't Too Far Away

Newton Geizler is the best technician manager in the whole of America (according to him that is) but the only problem is, he's not the best with health and safety. What does that matter though? He works at a rock club, the party is more important.

It was a Saturday night just like every other Saturday night at the K-Science club. Packed with people and even more waiting to get in outside. Business was booming, drinks were being sold left, right and centre. The club was doing better than ever and it looked like nothing could go wrong.

Until Newt noticed one of the lights blow out above the stage while a band were performing. The light wasn't an important one, just a little green one that added hardly anything too the atmosphere of the stage. Any other technician's manager would have just left it, but of course Newt wasn't just any tech manager and he jumped in to Action as soon as he saw it.

He made his way up a flight of stairs to the top balcony, where people could come if they wanted to have their drink and not constantly be barged in too by dancers. From the balcony he'd just have too lean over the banister and reach over above the stage.

This was very dangerous for obvious reasons, but he'd done it tonnes of times before. Besides there was no one underneath the light s anyway, Herman liked to keep a gap there between the stage and spectators in case the lights all did come down. Newt thinks Herman worries too much (but he kind of likes that about him).

Newt stretched out towards the broken light, he'd just have to put a new bulb in and it would be fine. He strained a little, but managed to grab it. For some reason (Newt guessed it was probably the few drinks he'd had that evening) he forgot how hot lights get when they've been on for so long.

When his hand made contact with the hot metal it took a second for his body to react to the pain, but the moment it did he flinched violently and the sudden movement caused him to completely lose his balance. In a panic he reached out for anything to save him, but all he managed to grab was a few wires which broke strayed away, standing no chance at holding his body weight.

He fell and it was quite a drop down onto the floor. But luckily there was some form of padding in this area, just to stop much damage being done to any fallen lights, not fallen Newts.

Newt landed with a shout of pain, he was in a very dazed state and so confused about what had just happened. He couldn't tell whether the band had stopped playing or if the fall had knocked out his hearing. Everything was a blur but he could just make out the lighting fixture above him beginning too fall. Those wires he grabbed on too must have been pretty important. Welling up all he had left in his disorientates state he managed to roll on to his side. Thus he just managed to miss being crushed by the heavy technology.

He lay completely still after that, he really had no idea what to do. He knew he hadn't gone deaf though because he could certainly head people calling out too him. He could feel that he was about too pass out, but as he faded away newt swore he could make out the sound of his bosses panicked voice yelling at him.

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Herman was in a constant state of contentment these days. Of Couse the money was great, but that wasn't really what was making him so happy. He had hired a new lighting technician a while back. At first Herman was completely indifferent about the smaller man; he just seemed like someone who was enthusiastic about the job and more than qualified. But over the few weeks the technician had been working there for Hermann had actually grown rather fond of him. Newton was so much more than another rocker in need of a job. He seemed to radiate life and always knew exactly what to say. It also helped that he was capable of an educated convocation (and that was a very handsome man, but Herman would never openly say that). Newt was amazing at his job, the concerts that took place at K-Science had never looked better; Herman often wondered how Newton managed it.