"Ms. Perry!" Marla announced looking down at her watch with wide eyes " Your late!"
"It's one forty" I furrowed my eyebrows, and she grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the hall
"Yeah, well if I sat at two, that means twelve, if I sat by the end of the day that means yesterday" she says dragging me
"Yes ma'am" I agree
"And if things are too fast around here you can gadfly leave" she stopped in front of a door "This is your office when your not traveling, and this is where the boys will be at two! Got it"
"Yes, may I ask what band-"
"I'll be on my way" she huffed in annoyance and waddled away. I went to open the door but it was locked. I didn't want to ask her for a key, but I needed to get in.
"Oh and Ms. Perry" I turned around and she handed me a ring of five keys, and I grabbed them, then she left once again.
I tried three keys before it opened, then I put that one on my lanyard. I walked into the office to be greeted by the smell of fresh paint. The walls were white, and the room was empty, with nothing but a desk with a black office chair. Yup, after a week this place would look more my style. But then again I didn't know yet what this job was like, let alone what I'd have to do daily and how often I'd come in.
I jumped as someone tapped on my left shoulder and immediately turned around. It was a tall man, maybe 6"0, and I looked up at him.
"You scared the shit out of me" I sighed "Oh, sorry, hi, um... nice to meet you" I shook my head looking down at the floor.
"Yeah, can you move, your kinda blocking the door way" he said and I looked back up to realize that I was
"Oh" I laughed dumbly and moved out the way "sorry"
He walked in and behind him a short guy, then a averagely height man, then another tall one. I closed the door and they all looked around.
"Seriously? This is your office" the shortest asked
"Yeah" I shrug "Sorry, it's kind of my first day"
"Of course" the guy I saw first slaps his hands against his sides "They always stick us with the inexperienced kids"
"I'm twenty six sir, and please don't question my qualification" I said slightly annoyed and one guy looked down chuckling, his spiky hair dancing as his body trembled ordering a slap from the same man whom made the comment.
"Fuck" he growled in response
"Sorry" the guy whom hasn't made a peel says softly "Mike's not having a good day, and when he doesn't have a good day no one does"
He must have been talking to the dip-shit who was starting everything. I wasn't looking forward to touring with such rude, suck in their way, people.
"That's okay" I smiled -not genuinely.
"Yeah yeah" the mike guy rolled his eyes "Can we just continue on with this dumb meeting" he ran his fingers through his hair and I finally saw the tattoos littering his neck; they so gross! What was he, a god damn prisoner? He probably ahead a lot more, but they were unseeable through his heavy black sweater. Now that I think of it, the other guys, all except one had tattoos.
"Got a problem?" He snarled
"No" I squeaked, then cleared my throat "Well, what are your names?"
"Mike" he seemed to be the leader, he spoke most, was most intimidating, tall, and seeing how skinny he was he could probably hold way more than his own weight.
"Tony" he seemed the nicest. But he had eye soars all over his arms and neck, plus probably way more. He had short hair and his ears were hanging from his face with large wholes in them. But I didn't know the guy so I didn't want to ruin my first impression. The only thing I could say I knew was that he was quiet.
"Jaime" he was the guy who laughed at my joke he had a tattoo on one arm, and it actually suited him
"Vic" my favorite, he kinda seemed a little stuck up, but isn't that what happens to every famous person? He had beautiful brown eyes and such thick lips, no tattoos damn he was PERFECT.
"And I'm Skyler" I giggle, my collar bones popping out
"Well now that we're acquainted, I believe we're supposed to discuss finance" Tony mumbled
"Okay" I nod
"Well, the bus is $756 a month, and we split that between the four of us, our two guitar techs, our manager, and you" mike says "Then the bus driver pays for gas so...."
"Okay, so I'd be paying $94.50 a month for the two months id be on tour with you, correct?" I ask
"Yeah" mike furrows his eye brows as he nods, yeah, I'm smarter then I look. "Kevin, our manager, well yours too, I suspect you've met him?"
"Not yet" I reply
"Well there's a fund that pays for our food so the bus is always fully stocked unless you want to eat out" Mike rambles
"Your only paid for the days that we perform and you are responsible to document each and every one of our shows. And though each show is approximately three hours you'll be paid a full twelve" Vic nods
"And in these two months how many shows will there be?" I ask
"Thirty four, and we're only gonna be in the U.S" Mike answers
"Yeah" Jaime agreed showing his attention
"Okay" I nod
"You are also expected to have your own camera and materials" Mike says
"Of course" I nod
"That's it" Mike concludes
"Actually you never stated how much I'd make per hour" I point out
"Oh right" he rolls his eyes
"$72" Vic says
"Damn" I giggle
"That nothing" mike rolls his eyes "we get paid "ten thousand a month"
"Twelve if we're lucky" Vic pitches in
"Nice" I smile "But I shall be making $14,690 if I did that math correctly... actually it's 88, not 90"
"We meant after taxes" mike laughs "Dicide your salaries by three and multiple ours by three that's the difference"
"$4,900 is still an improvement for me, I made maybe $800, and my boyfriend $1,600" I shrug "I'm still grateful"
"As are we" mike says defensively
"Hm" I hum
"Well one last thing" Mike scoffs, we'll be in front of your apartment at four AM Monday morning"
