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FEBRUARY 18, 1977 NEW YORK CITY
I PULLED MY HAIR AWAY FROMMY face and tied it on a loose ponytail. The strands were tangling in my fingers, but I didn't give a damn if I accidentally tugged on them. I had other things to worry about.
The whole organization has been going great and opposed to Bill's worries, there were no problems with Madison Square Garden. Things were going smoothly for such a big event and needless to say, the boys were all excited as hell. By the end of the night, they would be buzzing with adrenaline and speaking everything that was on their minds without thinking for a second. Which is what I was worried about.
I signed and stretched my shoulders, standing up from my place on the couch to walk around my apartment and clean my head. I thought that getting those backstage passes was a good idea, but I wasn't that sure anymore. I had imagined something a lot different than what was really about to happen.
When I called Heather about the VIP tickets the Demon had given me, she was so excited, and that for a moment I decided that Gene being pissed at me wasn't such a high price. That was, however, until I heard her father was totally against leaving her and her best friend Nancy alone for an hour after the concert. What's more, when I kindly explained to him that I was going to be there the whole time and the people that they were going to meet were all ones that I knew and trusted, he seemed even more reluctant. After days, and I mean days, of both Heather and her mom convincing him, he finally agreed to let her go. Only if he and his wife were outside.
I tried my best to talk him out of the idea, even telling him that this could cost my job (something I was almost convinced was going to happen after I broke the news to Gene), but it didn't really get me anywhere.
I jumped face first on the bed, hiding my face in the covers. "Fuck you, " I whispered into the covers, hoping it would make me feel better. It didn't.
A few moments later, I stood up and buried my head into my palms. I could feel there anger warm my body on the inside, the burning feeling rising up my throat. I couldn't help but wonder what did my aunt and cousin do to deserve this shit.
I reached out and put my feet on the ground slowly, first the left, then the right, looking over my shoulder and at the clock. Great, I have to get ready.
I wasn't looking forward to the concert at all, so I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I took my time drinking it, staring out of the window and onto the street, letting myself look over the buildings and all the way to East River. Just a little less than a year ago I was stuck with my boring life, trying to graduate and work in the bank at the same time. I realized how much I had to to thank my cousin's family for helping me that much after my parents and brother took off. Well, I couldn't help but scoff, at least thank her mom.
