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Nineteen
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Before I even finished my cigarette, my singer, Frank tossed his aside and went back into the loud building leaving me alone. I scowled into the distance as I took another drag. Maybe he was just tired from the performance? Maybe there was some shit going on in his life right now that replaced his manners temporarily? Then I too dropped my finished cancer stick and stepped on it. With a sigh I opened the door to the club and was suddenly deafened by the beat of a new band. I stepped inside and was suddenly engulfed in shadows as I made my way back over to the bar where Mikey was. I saw him talking to a girl. She had a pretty face with long bleached blond hair and think rimmed glasses like my brother. She was practically on his lap and he didn't seem to mind. I watched for a bit, leaning against the wall with a subtle smile on my face. He was having fun. Suddenly the girl took his hand and she led him onto the dance floor and they were swallowed up by the mass of dancing people. I sighed and sat down at the bar again in the same spot I left.
"Hey Gee!" I turned my head to see the club manager waving. He came over with a grin on his face. "Came alone again?"
"Hey Sam! Naw I came with my brother but he's off dancing with a chick." the music was so loud I was almost yelling.
"Awesome! So how've you been?" he sat down in Mikey's spot and ordered a beer.
"Not bad, how's bussiness?" he grinned and motioned towards the crowd which made me laugh.
"Let's go outside, It's fucking loud in here." he laughed. Even though I already had a smoke only a few moments ago I agreed and we made our way outside again.
"So tell me about that band, Pencey Prep." I said pulling my pack of ciggies out of my pocket. I handed one to Sam and I took one for myself before pulling my cheap red lighter out of my pocket. It certainly wasn't as fancy as Franks Zippo but it did its job nicely.
"They came to me." he shrugged. "They wanted to play so I let them and turns out there pretty good and put on a great show." I nodded.
"Is the singer always an asshole?" I asked. Sam snorted.
"I take it that you met him?" I nodded. "No he's actually quite nice and very enthusiastic but hey, I'm the manager and organize who plays." we both laughed.
"So he's a nice guy?"
"Gerard, if I was gay I would date him in a heartbeat."
"Hey Gee!" I turned my head to see the club manager waving. He came over with a grin on his face. "Came alone again?"
"Hey Sam! Naw I came with my brother but he's off dancing with a chick." the music was so loud I was almost yelling.
"Awesome! So how've you been?" he sat down in Mikey's spot and ordered a beer.
"Not bad, how's bussiness?" he grinned and motioned towards the crowd which made me laugh.
"Let's go outside, It's fucking loud in here." he laughed. Even though I already had a smoke only a few moments ago I agreed and we made our way outside again.
"So tell me about that band, Pencey Prep." I said pulling my pack of ciggies out of my pocket. I handed one to Sam and I took one for myself before pulling my cheap red lighter out of my pocket. It certainly wasn't as fancy as Franks Zippo but it did its job nicely.
"They came to me." he shrugged. "They wanted to play so I let them and turns out there pretty good and put on a great show." I nodded.
"Is the singer always an asshole?" I asked. Sam snorted.
"I take it that you met him?" I nodded. "No he's actually quite nice and very enthusiastic but hey, I'm the manager and organize who plays." we both laughed.
"So he's a nice guy?"
"Gerard, if I was gay I would date him in a heartbeat."
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