Sing To Me

{1-2} Sing To Me

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Another slow day at the restaurant. One or two people coming in and out. That's convenient for me because I have some homework, to do, college is a bitch sometimes, but some of the other waitresses are getting upset.

"Where is everybody! It's Thursday afternoon! Shouldn't more people be here?" Tessa complained.

"Tess can you please be quiet for two seconds. I have homework I gotta finish." I said.

"No Carla! I will not be quiet! This is a popular restaurant and I'm bored out of my mind!"

We then heard the front door open and shut. Tessa got all excited and she and her brown curls bounced away.

I heard her talking to whoever came in from here. "Hello how many?" I couldn't hear the person but what interested me was her response. "Really? Why?" Pause. "Oh okay. I'll go get her."

She came through the door of the kitchen and looked directly at me. "A strange man wants to talk to you Carla." That's never something you want to hear.

"Okay." I walked out and saw a short serious looking man in a suit sitting at one of the tables. I decided to be somewhat professional and get my little pad and pen out to take his order. "Hello my name is Carla and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything to start off?"

"Hello Miss Jennings, will you please have a seat?" He said. Crap he knows me.

"Um... I can't. I'm on the clock."

"You don't seem to busy." He said motioning to the empty restaurant.

"Yes well if my boss comes out and sees me talking to you I'll get in trouble."

"When's your break?"

"15 minutes."

"I'll wait."

"Well do you want something in the meantime?"

"Yes thank you. I'll just have a coke and some pasta."

"Alright. I'll bring that right out."

"Thank you."

Okay this is a little strange and I'm really curious about what he wants to talk to me about. I hope I'm not in trouble with anyone.

I went and placed the order, finally giving the cooks something to do.

His meal was done in record time and I brought it out to him. I was finally on break so I sat down.

"Well, Miss Jennings there's no reason to beat around the bush." I got scared for a second.

"You can call me Carla."

"Alright. My name is Jeffery Keller. Do you know who Jason Bradley is?" Strange. Why would he ask me that? Everyone knows who Jason Bradley is. I am not personally a fan but he is one of the most desired guys in America. He's the lead singer of this band called Missing Identity. Lame name for a band right? But for some reason girls just go crazy over them. I've never heard their songs so I guess I can't judge, but I've seen their fan base and it's a little creepy seeing as these guys are twenty years old being followed by thirteen year old girls. Also I've heard that he was hella mean to a girl that just wanted his autograph, and that he does some drugs and stuff. So I don't really want to waste my time listening to people like him, even if his music is good it's not worth my money.

"Yeah. Everyone knows who he is. Why?"

"Are you a fan?"

"Not really. I've heard so much crap about him I don't really want to be."