“Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.” Philippians 2:4
I look out to the audience cheering for Cole and I, it seemed yesterday when we made our first song in Washington. It’s crazy to think about how we are the third Christian pop band in America, under Toby Mac and Royal Tailor.
“Jon, did you hear me! What is your expectation in 2013?” The interviewer asked, his voice on the girlish side.
“I expect to reach more people about how being Christian is cool, and not a negative feature about your life. I hear too many people complaining about how it’s not cool, and to be honest, I think Cole and I are freaking awesome,” I answer, flashing a smile towards the crowd. I notice that two girls are literally starting to unbutton their shirts. I thought we’re all Christian here? I look over at Cole and he’s starting to laugh, shielding his eyes as the girls shirts fall to the floor. Our security guard trudges towards them with a smirk; Really, you are like 47. Those girls look to be about 12, he needs to stop looking like a pedophile.
“Thank you two for coming out for the interview! You guys were fabulous!” The man hugged and kissed my cheek, great. We walked out to meet some fans but first we needed to clean up, I felt gross.
“Jesus Christ!” Cole exclaimed, “You need to leave now! You are fired you are a terrible person, do you realize she’s under age? We could be sued! Your such a stupid idiot!” I ran to Coles voice, seeing one of the girls naked, lying underneath him while the other girl was frozen with wide eyes trying to put her clothes on. They got up and ran off but I caught the man by the collar of his shirt and stopped him from leaving, “Your going to talk to management, now!” I yelled trying to drag the troll to the bus as Cole goes to call management.
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“We need a new security guard, Max just touched an underage girl who could sue us.” I told Boss, we don’t know his name, so we call him Boss. He’s a stout man with little hair on his head, but a lot on his face.
“He what? Really what happened?” He asked in a concerned voice. Cole starting telling the story when I looked over to see Max sitting there shaking and crying. I feel bad, I mean I preach and sing about forgiveness but he did things unspeakable to those girls.
’They asked me if I wanted too, they asked ME I had no attentions to hurt them. My family has no money I took this job for extra money for us. My child is sick and needs money for medicine, I had to get it somehow. They came on me and seduced me, I’m so sorry Jon, I never meant to get you guys in trouble I feel terrible.’ I will never forget his face, I believe him but he did almost go way too far with those young ladies.
“Max I’m sorry but you’re fired for inappropriate conduct with fans, you are to leave now and go back to Iowa,” Max didn’t hesitate he got up and walked out the door in a flash. Boss spoke up after the awkward silence, “We have people in the lobby for the security and stylist job.”
“Stylists?” Cole asked running his fingers through his hair quickly then looking at the Boss
“Yes, you two need better clothing choices and someone to do your hair, because if Cole goes emo again I’ll lose it.” Cole went to speak up but didn’t say anything. I couldn’t help but laugh, it was so true it was unreal.
“While you interview people I’m going to listen to music.” Cole pouted about us making fun of his hair.
“All you care about are your Beats!” I yelled and he stuck his tongue out at me childishly when he put them on and started jamming. The first couple people for security were okay, nothing special. Then a girl walked in with long hair down her back and hands me her form and smiles.
“The stylists are at 4...” I say kindly as possible and she smirks while pulling up her hair, “I’m not here for the security guard position. My names Loki, I’m 19 years old and yes I am a girl.” She smiles as she takes the direction from Boss and starts doing drills perfectly compared to the other people. Then I saw it, the scar over her right ear. I know she has stories, but the one above her ear is the first one I will know.
-Blaizathyst
