Oh, what a sweet poison 1/?
What have I ever done in my life to be judged by so many, but be known to so little?
I guess I was born and that’s it.
Working in small restaurant near stadium was hell. It was even worst tonight, because there was a massive concert inside. Many girls came into the restaurant only for bathroom, because standing at the gate to get your ticket checked was testing them. My boss, greedy and old Irishman, had those small dolar signs in his eyes, like in bloody cartoon.
I smiled to another tired mother, who had to come, because her daughter was underage and pointed with my chin at the coffee machine. She smiled greatfully and nodded. At least coffee was selling like water on the desert. I poured another to-go cup and was handed ten bucks. Woman smiled only and left with her daughter, who was basically jumping. Teenagers.
Actually, I’m supposed to act like them. It’s not like I’m much older with my 21 years. I sighed and waved at them. It was going to be a long night.
“Nicole!” I heard raspy voice call from the back and bit down a groan. My boss, great. “There’s order out. No restaurant wants to deliver to the stadium now, there are too many fans.” He said, rubbing his hands. I smiled awkwardly and nodded, looking for paper bag. “Here you have instructions. I was told that you have to deliver it directly to Andrew Gertler.” I nodded and got to work.
Sophie was running around tables, Jessica was outside, Joe was cooking, and I was trying to help everyone. Usual day at work then. I tied my hair up and took off my dirty apron, throwing on sweatshirt with Ben’s Irish Dinner Time logo. I swear that Devil himself would facepalm seeing that name. I picked six bags and went out, heading straight to the stadium.
There was a lot of security there, that I have to admit. Who was inside? Beyonce? I sighed and looked for back entrance and spotted it behind mass of teenagers. Thinking quickly, I started to pass tiny groups and somehow was at the door not ten minutes later. I took some calming breaths, because it was insane. Fans these days are really determinate.
Ten security guys just moved back some girls that asked to get inside, their faces were red and they looked like crying. I kinda felt bad for them, they wanted to see their idol, but they honestly thought that’s gonna work? I walked slowly to the least mean looking guy and smiled. “I’m here to deliver those to Mr. Gertler, I’m from Ben’s Irish Dinner Time.”
Two men exchanged looks and searched on their clipboards for me, I guess. I had a bad feeling about it. “Nicole? Your boss give us name Nicole, the delivery.” I gritted my teeth. My name was actually Nicolette, but my boss thought it was too long. “Yes, I’m Nicole.”
“She’s coiming in!” He shouted to one of the man behind the gate and looked at me. “Mr. Gertler is now on stage looking for last minute changes, but you’re supposed to deliver those to the trailer. It’s right behind seventh doors on the left.” I nodded and quietly repeated information under my nose.
Seventh doors on the left.
I knocked on the seventh door on the left, but there was nothing. I frowned and knocked again. Nothing..... and then. “Come in! Sorry, I’ll join you in a while!” I pressed the handle and walked inside, placing bags on wooden table next to the couch. There was a lot of clothes inside. I shrugged and digged for receipt.
“Oh, hi.” I turned around and saw a guy around my age. He was looking at me surprised and I had to bit my lip not to laugh. He was dressed in yellow and pink dress shirt, that was definitely too small. “Yeah, hi. I’m from the restaurant. Here’s your order. Payment was settled, so enjoy your meal. Have a good day....or night rather.” I turned around and walked to the door. “And... I may not be the best fashion adviser, but... if you’re not, you look kinda like a draq queen after hours.” I shrugged. “Not in offensive way, of course.”
I left and made my way down the corridor. Middle aged man passed me, then turned and was before me in second. “Who are you?” I sighed. “I’m Nicole. From restaurant, I was supposed to deliver order, I did. I’m leaving. Security checked me.” I said confidently. He nodded and walked away.
What’s with people and not trusting others?
Two hours later, when main artist finally came on stage, I was sipping my coffee slowly, staring with Sophie and Joe at the screen outside. “How much would I give to be there!” Sophie groaned and Joe just chuckled. I smiled fondly and looked back at the screen. “Oh no.” I whispered, my eyes wide open with surprise. “Hello everyone! So happy to be here with you!”
“That’s the guy.” I said blankly. “And he changed the shirt as I told him.” I said again. Sophie gasped and gripped my arm. “You’ve told Shawn Mendes that he looks like a DRAQ QUEEN?!” She screamed and Joe started to laugh so badly, he sat down and laid his head on the table.
I smiled shyly and nodded. “At least he doesn’t look like a draq queen now, more like normal person.” I shrugged.
But why did I not known then, that he was the beginning of my biggest troubles?