It's Gonna Be A Great Show (3)
Journal: 5/02
*headdesk*
The irony is killing me. Had to hire group of 20-somethings to clean the day room and stage. Insult to injury, they consider themselves a paranormal investigative team on the side. Adam will kill me if he finds out I traded daytime only investigations for a break on the bill.
Yesterday, a small pot of grease got knocked off the stage, and a ladder “mysteriously” got shoved off the wall it was leaning against. Cliff, the groups “tech guy” was near the ladder. Idiot child was beside himself with excitement. Lucky it was only Emily. She’s harmless.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
It's Gonna Be A Great Show (2)
It's Gonna Be A Great Show (2)
Eric Romanov. Lead singer of Broken Mind. Kid looks like a goddamned gypsy Viking. He’s young, beautiful, and utterly sanguine about their cd and the concert. He bounces around my office in the small gatehouse, thanking me.
He’s brought copies of the cd, simply titled Iron. The first single is Quiet Scandal. He kisses my cheek and bounds out the door. Seconds later the tiny rubber duck on my desk begins to move in small circles.
Emily is the only one who can get as far as the gatehouse. She was seven when they killed her.
“…like him. He’s pretty.”
Eric Romanov. Lead singer of Broken Mind. Kid looks like a goddamned gypsy Viking. He’s young, beautiful, and utterly sanguine about their cd and the concert. He bounces around my office in the small gatehouse, thanking me.
He’s brought copies of the cd, simply titled Iron. The first single is Quiet Scandal. He kisses my cheek and bounds out the door. Seconds later the tiny rubber duck on my desk begins to move in small circles.
Emily is the only one who can get as far as the gatehouse. She was seven when they killed her.
“…like him. He’s pretty.”
It's Gonna Be A Great Show
It's Gonna Be A Great Show
“Adam, you can’t let those idiots play a concert here just because they named themselves Broken Mind. The townies don’t call it that for nothing. There have been more than thirty cases in the last decade of people disappearing, committing violent crimes, or going bugfuck insane after breaking into this place."
“Shake it off, Meela. You’re the care taker. Get it ready.”
I started to reply, but he’d hung up.
I looked at the stage, imagining the five young men playing there, as soft whispers began echoing through deserted hallways and rooms.
The patients were spreading the news.
“They’re coming…”
ReplyDelete
“Adam, you can’t let those idiots play a concert here just because they named themselves Broken Mind. The townies don’t call it that for nothing. There have been more than thirty cases in the last decade of people disappearing, committing violent crimes, or going bugfuck insane after breaking into this place."
“Shake it off, Meela. You’re the care taker. Get it ready.”
I started to reply, but he’d hung up.
I looked at the stage, imagining the five young men playing there, as soft whispers began echoing through deserted hallways and rooms.
The patients were spreading the news.
“They’re coming…”
ReplyDelete
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)