*Thump thump thump thump*
The music pounded through my headphones.
I tapped along on the aisle. I work at target. I'm in the music department. I stock the CD's and get a free one weekly. I was on duty, but I don't care, when I'm listening to music...I am in The Zone. No backin' out. I had my drumstick pencils and was tapping on the old wooden shelves.
"Ashley!" I faintly heard someone yell.
"Hmm?" I said swivelling around.
I pulled off my headphones. It was my boss. Uh oh. This isn't good.
"Yes sir?" I tried again.
He looked mad.
"There is an elderly couple over there who have been seeking assistance for almost an hour now!" He shouted.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have gotten caught up with-"
"I don't care Ashley! You should have been working! Your job is to stock the shelves and direct customers not sit around listening to music and tapping on the shelves with those ridiculous pencils" Here we go.
Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.
"I'm sorry but your fired"
He said it. Damn it.
*Neeeeewww neeeewww neeeeeewwww* (Guitar strums)
The music thundered through my apartment.
My black Ibanez guitar was plugged in and at it's full zappy strength. I live in a small apartment with my best friend.
"Lucy! Please turn down the music!" My best friend Mikayla shouted.
I groaned and turned down the music.
"Fine" I sighed.
"Thank you" She replied sitting on the couch.
I gently turned off the amp and jumped on the couch next to her. We both laughed.
*dung...dung dung....dung...dung dung* (Bass)
I Love the feeling of being on stage. Especially here.
A bunch of drunk people that don't judge you, but cheer you on. It's amazing. It feels great.
We finished up the song.
I'm not in a band but I play for a band at this club. I play the bass guitar.
Everybody clapped and cheered.
We started to walk offstage.
"Great job today Cat!" The lead singer Rob patted me on the back.
"Thanks Rob! You too!" We both laughed.
"Who wants Pizza!? It's on me!" I shouted once we got backstage.
"Yeaaaaa!" Everyone cheered.