Battle of the Bands
thirty-eight
-Julie's Point Of View-
The security guard wants to take me to the big house after the show?
I can't go there!
I'll never survive there!
And I'll be so, so, so, so dead.
I watched as Georg pulled out his wallet, took out a crisp fifty dollar bill, and set it down in front of the security guard.
A bribe?
Really?
This guy is not going to take that.
He's going to laugh at Georg.
And I am going to go to jail.
I am so dead.
But then the security guard shocked me.
He picked up the money and pocketed it.
No way!
He took the money!
The security guy then turned to me and said, "Get the hell out of here, punk!"
I nodded, got up quickly, and ran out of the room.
I then followed Georg down the hallway, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Georg said motionlessly.
I sighed, "I guess you really do hate me, huh?" I mumbled.
Georg stopped short and I bumped into his back.
"Georg?" I questioned.
The security guard wants to take me to the big house after the show?
I can't go there!
I'll never survive there!
And I'll be so, so, so, so dead.
I watched as Georg pulled out his wallet, took out a crisp fifty dollar bill, and set it down in front of the security guard.
A bribe?
Really?
This guy is not going to take that.
He's going to laugh at Georg.
And I am going to go to jail.
I am so dead.
But then the security guard shocked me.
He picked up the money and pocketed it.
No way!
He took the money!
The security guy then turned to me and said, "Get the hell out of here, punk!"
I nodded, got up quickly, and ran out of the room.
I then followed Georg down the hallway, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Georg said motionlessly.
I sighed, "I guess you really do hate me, huh?" I mumbled.
Georg stopped short and I bumped into his back.
"Georg?" I questioned.