Charity's POV
"Charity, go serve champagne to the sponsors!" my boss Malcohm yelled to me.
"Yes, sir." I replied with as much fake enthusiasm as I could muster.
I picked up my serving tray, and loaded it with thin glasses filled to the top. Stepping out of the employees' tent was the last thing I wanted to do. I walked into a crowd of fake, rich snobs.
"Hey, you girl!"
I turned to see an older women signaling me to come to her. What am I? A dog?
I retreated back the way I came, and stopped in front of the women. She then reached out to the tray and took a glass; I should've figured that's what she wanted.
"You may go on now, girl. I am done." she said daintily.
I could not believe this women right now. I may go? Am I her servant?
Um, no!
Even though I was appalled by her behavior, I knew better than to speak up to her. Instead, I just turned on my heel and walked away. These people infuriated me sometimes. Okay, most of the time.
I honestly don't know why I haven't quit yet...
"Don't let 'em get to you, Charity." I jumped as my co-worker Natalia suddenly appeared next to me. She scared the crap out of me.
"It's fine, they just don't seem to be very considerate." I said as we walked back to the tent to get more glasses.
"They're rich, they don't believe in being considerate." She laughed and I laughed with her.
"You do know who's performing here later, right?" she questioned. I hadn't really thought about it. Honestly, there was too much on my mind already.
She piqued my curiosity. "Who?"
She flashed me a knowing smile "One Direction." she chirped.
Shit.
I liked One Direction way more than I should have when I was a few years younger, my grandparents were probably creeped out. I'm 19 and I still like teenie bopper shit.
Oi I have no life.
They do have amazing voices though and I admire that. I'm sort of a closet singer but I've never sung outside of my shower.
I'm sure the shocked expression on my face amused her because she burst out laughing, causing many people to turn their heads our way. She quickly controlled herself and settled for a huge grin.
"It's not that big a deal," I said, hiding my face, which was flaming.
"Your face tells a completely different story, missy. You were shocked!" She then mimicked my shocked face and transferred into a fit of giggles, sending another hot flush to my cheeks.
I pray that we don't cross paths. Who knows what could happen. I'm not ready for that. Not at all.
Well, hell.
"Why the face?"
"Huh? What face?" I questioned.
"You just scrunched up your face while you were internally babbling," she stated. "Like you ate something sour."
I really need to work on being at least relatively normal when my train of thought changes, probably not.
"Yeah, you really do. You also might wanna try keeping your babble internal. Face it Charity, you'll never be normal." Nat chirped, walking away.
No shit.
***
"3 more hours."
"I don't think that I coule possibly handle 3 more minutes," I groaned, leaning my head down in the servers' tent.
"You're being over dramatic about this Charity, it's not that bad," said Nat. "Most of the time."
"They are snobby, with large amounts of money, that make them into even more of a pain in the ass."
I guess she really didn't process how correct I was in my statement.
They. Are. Snobby. Rich. People.
Its really not that difficult to comprehend.
Even though I do admire some celebrities, I think that most of them allow the money, and fame, to go to their heads.
"I've been working all day too. So yes, I do understand exactly what you're stating, Charity."
"Yeah, I know." I ran my hands through my long brown hair, before pulling it up into a high ponytail. "Okay, I'm as ready as I can be right now."
"Fine, then smile."
"I'm really not in the mood Nat..." I said, trailing off.
"It's just one damn smile, Charity." She crossed her arms. She really wouldn't back down.
I lifted the corners of my mouth and flashed a small, forced smile to her.
"Pretty pathetic," she commented. "But it'll do." she finished, carefully handling her tray.
"You grab the dip!" she called over her shoulder, before vanishing out of the tent.
Setting the dip on my serving tray, I thought, this is going to be a reproachful 3 hours.
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