We Expect (Camren fic)

*The Gig*

Lauren's POV

"You're late, Jauregui!", Hank addressed me as I entered through the door.

I'd just made it inside. As I took in my surroundings, I was quite impressed. Boy, was it a full house! Of course I gave myself credit for that considering I promoted my performance all over the city of San Francisco. It was amazing to see that so many people actually showed up! My joy was quickly replaced by my disappoinment though. I really wished I could've made it here on time. This was definitely not supposed to happen this way.

"I'm so sorry, Hank!", I started. "I never intended to show up this la-".

"Save it, Jauregui! I can't believe you'd show up almost an hour late to your first gig!", he scolded. "I gave you a shot and you promised you'd be reliable. It's game over for you, Jauregui."

Hank is a 5'8 big ball of pride. I'd be filled with pride too if I owned the hottest bar in San Francisco. Hank has jet black hair, a lumberjack sized black beard, and an unbelievable amount of leather outfits and jackets! Not to mention he owns the coolest pairs of shades in the city! "The Whiskey Tribe" is the most well known bar around, and every San Francisco native knows about it. The name was inspired by the fact that a long line of Cherokee blood rules on his father's side of the family. His father opened up the bar many years ago and began to build the foundation of the business up from the ground. He ran the business straight up to the top before he passed away last year, 2017. Ever since his teenage years, Hank had lived under his father's wing to learn all there was to know about the bar and what it took to run it. He was certainly more than qualified to carry on his father's legacy. It's because of him that the bar has held on to it's throne thus far. With responsibilities like Hank's, you can't allow any slip ups to take place within your business. He takes his job VERY seriously. Hopefully I could convince him to forgive my lack of punctuality. I really need this opportunity.

"No, please, Hank! You have to listen to me!", I pleaded. "I would've made it here sooner, but I got into a ca-"

Hank lifted his hand out in front of himself, signaling for me to stop speaking. "Jauregui, I'd advise you to stop while you're ahead. Now if you think you can come in here a hour late and still perform, you've got another thing comi-"

Suddenly Hank was interrupted by Barry, the new bartender. Barry is a 5'10, blond haired, grey eyed, well dressed guy. I've had him make me a drink several times this month. He's great at holding a polite conversation. Girls go crazy when they see him, so they tend to come by often. Honestly, he's really cute.

"Excuse me, Hank,", he started, placing a firm hand onto Hank's shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt, but is this the girl who's name has been buzzing around the bar all morning?"

Hank furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed Barry's hand on his shoulder, obviously not enjoying the feeling. "Not now, Barry", Hank responded, removing Barry's hand from his shoulder. "If it is her name floating around, that doesn't matter because she's late and she can't go on stage!"

My heart couldn't take anymore rejection. I was actually starting to panic! Rather than try to convince Hank to forgive me, I chose to see what Barry had to say first.

"Oh come on, Hank. Have mercy", he started. "The bar hasn't been this filled up since I started this job. I mean it's always hyped, but not this hyped! If she's the one responsible for this crowd, then I say you should give her a shot. Let her at least prove herself before you cut her off."