Hex

Chapter 4

     "Alright, alright, everyone settle down," Danny announced to the already settled room. The five of us were arranged around the living room: me leaning against the side of the pushed to the wall couch, Bishop sitting behind the keyboard, his guitar resting on the wall beside him, Finn with his light brown guitar, looking only slightly disinterested, and Zane sitting behind his drum set that was moved out of his room.

     "Dude, none of us are talking," Bishop said, rolling his eyes at his brother.

     "Shut up and listen."

     Bishop played a few deep, discordant notes on the keyboard and pouted. Zane threw a drumstick at him.

     The two jumped up to duke it out, but before they could go any further, Finn grabbed the back of Zane's t-shirt and yanked him back to his seat.

     "Thank you, Finn. Anyways, let the first band practice of Hex commence!" Danny raised his arms in the air, as if to wait for applause. However, he was only met with four different glares, me confused, Zane entertained, Finn aggravated, and Bishop in the middle of a roll.

     Zane hit the symbol on his drum kit three times, and then the others joined in with their instruments. I stepped up in front of them, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let the notes flow.

"...And that's why I think I'm qualified for this job," I said, later as I sat in the back room of a coffee shop a block away from my apartment building. It was the fifth place I'd been since moving here.

     The cute shop was called Beans and Breakfast and had the best vibes, in my opinion. There were dark wooded, circular tables and adorable chalkboard walls. The two walls that weren't mainly chalkboards were lined with bookshelves, holding older-looking and aesthetically pleasing books.

     The middle aged man named Jeff sitting in front of me with his legs crossed and hipster glasses on pushed his finger into his lips in thought.

     He silently stood up, paced to a filing cabinet to his left, opened the door, and pulled out a white t-shirt.

     Throwing it to me, he said, "You got the job, kid."

     "Really?" I asked, standing up excitedly. "Thank you, thank you so much. You won't regret this."

     "Calm down, kid, it's a coffee shop not Apple. Can you start soon?"

     I took a deep breath, clenching my fists to prevent myself from clapping my hands together excitedly. I tried to put on my serious, business woman face.

     "Yes, of course. That sounds lovely. Thank you for your time." Someone hand me a power suit.

     "I'll text you with the schedule and your training day."

     I nodded happily and stayed where I was, staring up at the older man.

    "Get out!" He all of a sudden yelled, startling me to scamper out of the room hurriedly, while squeaking out an apology.

     I walked on a cloud the entire way home, the grimy streets not looking as dirty and crowded as normal.

     I arrived back at the apartment, ready to burst with my good news. However, when I swung the door open, I was met with an unexpected sight that made me completely forget about my new job. Chaos was erupting in the living room.

     The sofa was upturned in front of the door, with Bishop and Zane hiding behind it, a piece of paper between them. They carefully studied it and yelled commands at each other.