~Celeste's POV~
I finally arrived at the club that I worked at,and ran in. I ran to the bar and grabbed my apron and hat. I put them on. "You're late!" My coworker Ryan snapped.
"I know! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Traffic and family emergency and then my car broke down. I'm sorry." I explained exasperatedly.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "We have a very very important band coming in today. So don't mingle with the customers yea?" "They're here to see the band. And if the band comes to get drinks, don't try anything." He explained.
"I got it!" I replied,setting up the fresh shipment of beers,vodkas and other liquors,and sodas.
Soon,the club filled with people,and the house lights went down,and the stage lights went on. The band came on stage,and the crowd frenzied like rabid wolves.
~Later~
After the band's performance,Ryan and I were serving the customers by the dozens,as they left. And soon,the band came over. Five dudes.
One with glasses,and braids all in his face. He was wearing his band's hoodie and some sweatpants. He was lanky. The one to the right of him was slightly taller than him. More broad built. He had his hair in a bun,so u could see his shaved undersides. He had a close shaven facial hair. He had a camo hoodie and sweats on.
The one to the left of the braided one, had short,black hair,with shaved undersides. He was as tall as the one on the right,and had tattoos. The one beside him was shorter. Short dark brown hair,shaved sides,facial hair,and was wearing a faded classic rock muscle tank.
The one to the right of the one in the camo hoodie,was Taller than the braid boy by a good inch or two. Had short, blonde hair,shaved undersides,had two tattoos on his upper left arm,and was also wearing glasses. He was wearing his band's shirt and black skinny jeans.
They sat down and looked at the menu. They talked about something I couldn't make out over the music playing. I heard a bit of an Australian accent.
The blonde one looked at me,flashing a big smile. I lightly smiled back. "So what can we get you guys?" Ryan asked.
"I think just a couple of beers will hit the spot." The braided one said.
"Hate to say it-" Ryan said.
"Nah they're beyond old enough Ryan. I got it covered." I interrupted. I grabbed a few cans of beers and handed one to each of them.
Ryan rolled his eyes. I started cleaning up as Ryan took off his cap and apron. "Gotta go. You got it covered?" Ryan asked.
"I got it covered. I'll see you tomorrow." I replied. I watched him walk out. "That Ryan guy seems like a real Yobbo." The Blondie said.
"Pardon?" I asked. "An uncouth person. He seems to enjoy rolling his eyes at you for anything." He replied.
I shrugged. "I can't blame him. He's got it hard. I've offered to help.. he never lets me though. So.. I've learned to shrug it off. Let it be." I replied.
"I'm Christian by the way. These are my mates,Mitchel,and his big brother Clinton." He replied.
"And this is Jesse,and Pat." Clinton chimed in.
"I'm Celeste. I really loved your show. I've never heard anything like you guys." I replied.
"Aww well thank you! We do try our Absolute hardest to be out of the box. We have a lot of trap,r and b,and hip hop influences." "But as of recently, we've been heavily influenced by seventies synth pop and eighties classic rock." Mitchel replied.
"Oh well no wonder I like your sound so much. I was brought up with a lot of that. What's your band name? How long have you been a band?" I asked.
"Oh since freshman of high school. We're called Chase Atlantic." Christian replied.
I wrote it on a napkin and put it on my pocket. "How long have you worked here?" Jesse asked.
"Three years now. And trust me, it's better than it looks." I replied with a light chuckle.
"Hey,just cause I'm curious,you guys Australian,or kiwi?" I asked.
"We're all Australian,but Kras here is half Kiwi. Got it from his mum's side. He's from Sydney. Clinton and Mitty are from Cairns." "I'm from Brisbane." Pat replied.
"And I'm from Melbourne." Jesse replied.
"That's so cool! I'm saving up to go there some day." I replied.
"No kidding? After the next venue here, tomorrow,we leave back to Oz. We could sure use a merch table gal. If you'd like to?" Mitchel asked.
"You're pulling my leg!" I beamed!
"Nope!" Jesse replied brightly!
"I'd love to!" I replied excitedly!
~Later~
The boys had to go to their bus,so we exchanged numbers and I finished cleaning up as I watched them go.
Soon,I went to my car,and started my drive home.
