ASIG, part five?
yes, i'm still writing this one. i'm still totally in love with it, i just make no guarantees as to when it'll actually be finished. as anyone can see i don't update very often, so you can scroll back a bit to re-read the other parts before going on with this bit...
Shit. So not the first time he was late, but dammit Jess had gone out of his way this time to be early.
The Man was out to get him. No other explanation. Put in a request to leave an hour early only to have it completely ignored in favor of "important classified client documents" which needed to be copied, filed, and delivered to three different attorneys, in person, by the resident gopher. Himself. And even then he would’ve only been a little off his self-imposed schedule.
Until the train, which he’d been on for no more than two minutes, decided that using electricity was slightly ambitious at this stage of its evolution. In other words, blackout on the subway. Wonderful.
His mom would’ve been shocked at the profanity coming from her baby boy at that one.
Last but certainly not least, he’d been so focused on being early to the studio, he’d forgotten to check for his keys. Which were definitely in his pants pocket, just not the pair he was wearing. Those were lying in a heap beside the bed. At his girlfriend’s place.
Dammit to hell. Some days it just didn’t pay to try and be a good little employee. Not for the firm, no, but for Mr. Wild. Curt.
Not that Mr. Wil--Curt--had asked him to. Hell, he’d already offered Jess a regular job, despite what Jess thought of as glaring flaws. All he had to do was say yes. The man gave new meaning to laid-back and still managed to project a dangerous edge that screamed Don’t fuck with me, I bite. Even more potent when Jess realized it wasn’t intentional, just a natural extension of who Curt Wild was.
At times he was so tempted to say ‘the hell with it’ and quit his stupid internship, flip off the pretentious money-grubbing tight-asses, and work for Mr. W--Curt--full-time. But there reasons, good ones, for sticking with it and with law school.
Jess just loved his second, lesser-known job more. Music. A heart-broken kid who couldn’t have been more disappointed when he realized he had no real talent for playing. Anything. He’d worn out more records than his meager budget could handle until eventually he discovered another talent, one that Curt told him over and over was even more rare than a skilled drummer. The "Ear" as he called it. Jess laughed and so did Mr. Wild, but Jess had to admit he was pretty good at what he did. And God, he was desperate to keep doing it.
Not to mention Curt Wild himself was quite a motivation.
Which lead him to be pounding on his boss’ door more than an hour late, when he’d set out to be an hour ahead. At least the band hadn’t arrived yet. He could do set-up in ten minutes. He could. Really.
So yeah. Fuck being early. Not worth the hassle.
The door swung open with a little too much force and one look at Mr. Wild had Jess wishing he could go back and start the day over again.
tbc
Shit. So not the first time he was late, but dammit Jess had gone out of his way this time to be early.
The Man was out to get him. No other explanation. Put in a request to leave an hour early only to have it completely ignored in favor of "important classified client documents" which needed to be copied, filed, and delivered to three different attorneys, in person, by the resident gopher. Himself. And even then he would’ve only been a little off his self-imposed schedule.
Until the train, which he’d been on for no more than two minutes, decided that using electricity was slightly ambitious at this stage of its evolution. In other words, blackout on the subway. Wonderful.
His mom would’ve been shocked at the profanity coming from her baby boy at that one.
Last but certainly not least, he’d been so focused on being early to the studio, he’d forgotten to check for his keys. Which were definitely in his pants pocket, just not the pair he was wearing. Those were lying in a heap beside the bed. At his girlfriend’s place.
Dammit to hell. Some days it just didn’t pay to try and be a good little employee. Not for the firm, no, but for Mr. Wild. Curt.
Not that Mr. Wil--Curt--had asked him to. Hell, he’d already offered Jess a regular job, despite what Jess thought of as glaring flaws. All he had to do was say yes. The man gave new meaning to laid-back and still managed to project a dangerous edge that screamed Don’t fuck with me, I bite. Even more potent when Jess realized it wasn’t intentional, just a natural extension of who Curt Wild was.
At times he was so tempted to say ‘the hell with it’ and quit his stupid internship, flip off the pretentious money-grubbing tight-asses, and work for Mr. W--Curt--full-time. But there reasons, good ones, for sticking with it and with law school.
Jess just loved his second, lesser-known job more. Music. A heart-broken kid who couldn’t have been more disappointed when he realized he had no real talent for playing. Anything. He’d worn out more records than his meager budget could handle until eventually he discovered another talent, one that Curt told him over and over was even more rare than a skilled drummer. The "Ear" as he called it. Jess laughed and so did Mr. Wild, but Jess had to admit he was pretty good at what he did. And God, he was desperate to keep doing it.
Not to mention Curt Wild himself was quite a motivation.
Which lead him to be pounding on his boss’ door more than an hour late, when he’d set out to be an hour ahead. At least the band hadn’t arrived yet. He could do set-up in ten minutes. He could. Really.
So yeah. Fuck being early. Not worth the hassle.
The door swung open with a little too much force and one look at Mr. Wild had Jess wishing he could go back and start the day over again.
tbc