Hex

Chapter 6

By my Thursday shift of that week, work was slightly easier. I had only messed up one order and was feeling pretty proud of myself. I was just hanging up my apron, when my boss came up to me.

"Vienna, this is for you," he said, handing me an envelope.

"What is it?"

"Why don't you open it and find out?" He said mockingly, waving his hands at me and sticking his tongue out. He rolled his eyes and went back to his office.

"Jeez, someone's grumpy." I opened the envelope, pulling out its contents, before jumping up and down and squealing. "My first pay check! Yay!"

The single customer in the shop was an older lady by herself in the corner. She looked up at my exclamation.

"My first paycheck!" I whisper-screamed, exaggeratedly pointing to the check. I grabbed my bag and pranced over to her table.

"You go, girl!" She said, and I gave her a high-five, before skipping out of the building and all the way home.

"Oh, good, Vienna, you're here," Danny said, as I entered the living room. I took a seat on the couch next to the rest of the boys, amid various greetings from them.

"What's going on?" I asked, leaning back.

"Hex's band manager has some quote unquote exciting news," Bishop said.

"What is it?" I asked, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"Vienna, patience is a virtue," Finn said, rolling his eyes at my excitement.

"Just tell us," Zane said, throwing a pillow at Danny, who paced in front of us, obviously enjoying our anticipation and attention.

"I got you guys your first gig."

I jumped up and screamed. "That's so exciting! That's so exciting!" I danced around the couch.

"Shit. Where?" Zane asked in disbelief.

"The Hope House. It's about half an hour away."

"Is it like a club or a restaurant or something?" Finn asked. Even he looked excited, as he sat on the edge of the couch and leaned towards Danny.

"Yeah, something like that."

I screeched and jumped on top of the three boys on the couch, wrapping them all up in a group hug. Bishop and Zane groaned and laughed, as I splatted on top of them. "We got a gig. We got a gig!" I chanted, as the three of them hugged me back.

"You're welcome," Danny said, throwing his hands up in the air and sighing exasperatedly.

I pushed off the couch and jumped at him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the best band manager ever." He caught me and let me hug him, as I bounced up and down.

"The gig is this Saturday night, so we only have a few days to figure out a set list and practice."

"So, let's get to it," Finn said, getting to his feet and grabbing his guitar.

We all cheered in agreement and gathered up our instruments, pushing back the couch. "Our neighbors are gonna hate us!" Zane shouted, banging his sticks on the drums.

"Fuck yeah, they will," Bishop agreed, and we all broke into laughter.

Hours of practice and a brief pizza break later, I collapsed into bed, thoroughly exhausted. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

"Rough day?" Bishop asked, poking his head in my open door.

I opened my eyes and smiled. "A bit. But I got my first paycheck!"