Six: The Origin

Representative

(Im so sorry for the inactivity, if you read my announcements, a close family friend of mine had a heart attack and I was trying to come to terms with it and help his family with anything I could. He is okay and alive, if anyone asks. He is safely at home now with his wife and children. Also, I've just been in a depressive episode lately, and I've been in a slump. I just don't have motivation at the moment. Once I publish the final book of the Family Bond series, updates will be more frequent. This chapter is short, but I'll come back to revise it once I have motivation again.)

(TW: Mentions of the R word in Mandy's POV, as well as mentions of ignorance)

|Mandys POV|

Wha.....

I cant find anything on this band.

They sent all the information they can. They just said it was a band called 'Six'. The only results I got was the short lived TV series and Six Flags. Nothing else. And How do I pronounce this guys name? Betelgoose? Betelseuss? Jesus Christ.

I munched on the McDonalds chicken strip as I looked at the corner of my office. I was in my own world, thinking about random stuff as my ADHD raged. It was only until I ran out of chicken when I realized I had to get back to work.

I let the cheesy pop song on the Alexa play as I wrote on my laptop.

In all, the set designs for the upcoming revival of Rent seems promising with it up-and-coming cast soon to be announced. The producers have not given me permission to announce the cast, however, they have given me permission to share pictures that I took of the set. (See below) They gave me a small preview of 'La Vie Boheme' in rehearsals, and it was breathtaking to see a performance executed perfectly like that. It almost brought a tear to my eye. But I'm saving my tears for the real deal!

(Lets pretend Rent was being revived. Alright? Alright.)

I closed the laptop for a while as I stared at the business card in my hand. It was sent a while ago.

BETELGEUSE

Just say it three times.

I looked up the naem orgin and how to say it. I found it after a while. I looked up to the ceiling and muttered:

"Beetlejuice...... Beetlejuice..... Beetlejuice."

Nothing.

Some stupid prank. Why was I stupid enough to fall for it?

Some people around the workplace sometimes think I'm too, quote, 'retarded' to run a company like this. I actually had to fire some people because they were insulting autism, which I have. Some actually downgraded and straight up called me retarded because I think differently. The usual Karen will come in my office, say mean things about autism, and I have to fire them for misconduct.

I once had to be held back from slapping someone who said that.

I heard a buzz on my intercom. "Ms Dia, someone is downstairs to see you. A Mr Beetlejuice."

I pressed the button. "Send him up."

About five seconds later, a green haired, wild looking man popped in through the floor. "Ah!"

"Holy crap! The big leagues! I made it, Ma!" He kicked me out-literallyof my seat, and sat on it, propping his feet up in the desk. "Hey! That's my seat!" "That's my seat!" He mimicked my voice. "Okay babe, cool it. Don't get your poofy hair in a twist."

I took the bar in my desk that said 'Ms Mandy Dia, Chief She-E-O, BAWSE' and slapped him with it.

Don't give me that look, he was already dead.

"Okay! Okay, I'll get out." He left the seat and I sat back in it. I propped my chunky-heels-clad feet on the desk. "So you're a representative for the movie?" "That I am, babes." "What is this band?"

He cleared his throat.

"You've heard the rhyme, 'Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived', right?"

"About that crazy kings wives? Duh."

"What if I told you.....they formed a band?"

I cocked an eyebrow up. They can't form a band, they're dead! I burst out laughing.

"Six dead wives! In a band?! Oh God!" I laughed out. He scowled at that. A long rope from the ceiling suddenly appeared as he smirked.

"We'll see about that."

He pulled the rope as the ground fell away and I fell down into a hole.

Lord, wake me from this nightmare.