Leave it to Fate (Fate Series - Book #1)

Chapter One - The Show

I'm going to murder my sister.

Well, not literally. But as I shivered against the brisk winter cold, pulling my arms tight around my body, I glared at the back of her head as she stood before me. She is going to pay.

"What time is it?" I asked her for the third time.

Lorelei rolled her eyes, "Five seconds past the last time you asked."

I sighed heavily, emphasizing the dramatics, "It's freezing!" I complained.

"You should have worn a heavier coat," she commented, her eyes scanning my outfit choice of dark denim and a black camisole under a light leather jacket.

My eyes narrowed at her bomber jacket, "You're not wearing a heavy coat." I shot back.

"I'm also not complaining." she retorted.

I'm also not complaining, I mocked under my breath.
The line that started at the double doors of the House of Rock curved around the block with bodies waiting for the doors to open at seven. Lorelei insisted we arrive at six-thirty, so we were fairly close to the front. As the wind bit my nose, I was grateful for our proximity to the entrance even though I was bitter that I was here, to begin with.
"Look, it's moving." Lorelei pointed, as two bouncers opened the doors, and stood at either side to pat down the concert-goers.

"Finally," I mumbled.

"You better lose that attitude by the time we get in there, Luna," she warned.

"I don't have an attitude." I lied. 

But how did she expect me to act? She drags me out here tonight of all nights! And thus why she must pay for her misdeed. Tomorrow morning, at nine am sharp I have an important interview, the most important interview in my twenty-five years of life.

We took short steps forward, as the line proceeded slowly. I raised my arms, as I reached the front and allowed the female bouncer to check me for weapons.
"Just a lipstick," I shrugged, as she flashed a light in my purse.

Lorelei linked her arm in mine, as we were welcomed by the warm air of the venue. How many times had I walked through these doors? My mood elevated slightly, and I scanned the familiar mosaic tiles that decorated the interior in warm gold and deep turquoise gleamed under the bright lights that illuminated the theatrical stage. Memories of past performances had created a sense of belonging once within its walls, and I welcomed the sensation. It was like coming home.

"You need a drink." Lorelei decided, and led the way past the empty general admission floor to the far left that held a long counter with a bar of various liquor bottles and the best cheap beer money could buy.

"What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked, placing two white napkins in front of us.

"Two Jack and Diet Cokes," Lorelei ordered for us.

"Whiskey?" I whispered over her shoulder, "Really?"

She ignored me, paying the bartender and thanked him as he poured our drinks over ice. Lorelei handed me the plastic cup, the contents sloshing as I took it and she finally replied, "Yes. Because you need to chill, Luna."

She tapped her cup against mine in a small toast, and I brought the clear straw to my lips. The sweet burn hit the back of my throat, and flowed into my bloodstream.

"Feel better?" she asked, a smirk on her lips.

"A little," I admitted, and took another sip.

I didn't want to be such a stick-in-the-mud. Concerts were something Lorelei and I loved. But it seemed like the irresponsible thing to do, when I needed to be in the city during the  morning commute. I had worked too hard and accrued too much debt, to take getting this job lightly. And this particular interview wasn't for just any job. It was my dream job. The title was a holistic esthetician in a well-established spa on the busiest street in Boston.