Trouble in Tattoos

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Please, refrain from making an comments about editing or tense. I know this novel needs more of an edit and I have shit all knowledge about tenses. It's helpful when they are posted but every novel I've posted on here, there always seems to be someone who comments about it. I thank everyone who has commented about editing and tenses but there is only so much I can handle due to the factor of I do not have a lot of confidence in my novel writing. So, if you could keep those comments to yourself from now on, I'd be grateful.

This novel will have a heavy edit some months after it is completed.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - “I made out from the screaming goats.”

Submitted: December 22, 2015

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Submitted: December 22, 2015

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Chapter Song: Easy Love – Sigala

I honestly do not like interviews for jobs. I mean I am grateful for scoring this interview but I just wish that they’d just give you a call and be like ‘you’ve got the job, congratulations’ or ‘you don’t have the job, sorry’. It’d be easier than having to dress professionally, not that I mind about wearing heels because I love wearing my heels, and getting up early for an interview at ten-thirty in the morning. I am not a morning person but if I get this job, I’m going to have to become a morning person.

My nerves were making me nausea and my leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. I was on time and ready to get this done and over with so that I could relax these nerves a little. I’m currently sitting in the lobby of Carter Records with three other girls and a dude. The dude seemed as nervous as I currently am. His leg was bouncing as much as mine was and he wouldn’t stop shifting in his fucking seat. He was starting to annoy the shit out of me; I had to stop myself from telling him to sit fucking still. The girl sitting next to me was too busy fussing over her hair, fixing it up every five seconds. The girl next to her was fixing her lipstick and doing an overall make-up check for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. And the girl next to her was too busy tapping away on her phone to even hear her name be spoken by the dude standing about three metres away from us.

The girl sitting next to her nudged her with her elbow, making her look up and quickly apologising to the dude in front of us who seemed to be giving her disapproving looks. The interviews each were ten minutes long and I was next in line after Texting Girl. The job was for becoming Travis Carter’s personal assistant. I knew I didn’t have a flying chance of having this job but I was going to give it my all to get this job. I needed a job that’s pay cheque didn’t just allow me to buy food and pay rent but also have some luxury and actually be able to afford to go out once in a while.

I tried my very best to look the part. I even went out and bought a fucking blazer which I would never by and I can assure everyone that it will sit in my closet for the next five years before I throw it out while I did an overhaul of my clothes. I was dressed in a knee length, waist high skirt, a button down blouse with the stupid blazer jacket over the top and a pair of heels that had a chunky heel and a strap that went around my ankle and another that went over the tops of my toes. I thought I look good enough to win the job over these other people but only time will tell.

The one thing that had me really nervous was the interview was being done by Ken Carter. He is one of the best producers around and he has made a name for himself over the years. He’s worked with some of the best bands about and some of the best artist. If that didn’t make you nerves then I don’t know what would make you nervous. Ken Carter is like royalty in the music industry and anyone who got to work with him would no doubt hit the big time. It was also something flash to have behind you as a band or a solo artist.

“I think I’m going to throw up.” I heard the dude next to me mutter.

My head turned so quickly that I almost gave myself whiplash. “What?”

“I’m certain that I’m going to hurl.” He groaned as his hand went to his mouth.

I quickly got up and dashed over to the bin that I spotted first. The noise of my rushing heels hitting the tiled floor was the only noise in the lobby besides the silent tapping of the keyboard from the chick behind the desk. I rushed back to the dude and shoved the bin in his arms just in time for it to catch his vomit. I sat next to him, looking away from him throwing up, and rubbed his back softly. He groaned silently as he made gagging noises. I removed my hand from his back and grabbed the bottle of water that sat at my feet and handed it to him. He thanked me as he took a mouthful, swished it around his mouth and spat it out again.

“Hold out your hand.” I said as I grabbed my handbag and fished out the small tin of mints that sat at the bottom of my bag. I tipped three into his hand. “Eat them, suck them or whatever, you won’t have stank breath while you have your interview.”

“Thank you.” He smiled slightly at me.

“It’s okay. Do you feel alright now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He nodded. “I think it’s just the nerves rushing through me. If I get too nervous, I’ll throw up.”

“Understandable.” I smiled.

“I threw up on the girl I took on a date. It was my first ever date and hers too.” He shook his head as he laughed a little.

“Look at the bright side, she’ll remember you forever.” I laughed.

He laughed. “And now you’ll remember me forever as the guy who threw up at a job interview and you had to run to get him a fucking bin.”

I snorted a laugh. “Plus side to everything, right?”

“Yeah. I’m Cameron West.” He said as he put his hand out.

“Amity Tate.” I smiled as I placed my hand into his.

I took a good look at Cameron, even with the little puke on his chin. His dark brown hair was pushed back and slightly upwards; matching brown eyes and he dressed in a suit with a light grey tie. I removed my hand from his and went to my bag. I grabbed out a tissue from the pack of pocket tissues and handed it to him as I informed him he had puke on his chin. He sighed and wiped his mouth.

“Can’t get any more embarrassing, believe me.” I smiled as I put the tissues back in my bag.

“That’s true.” He laughed as he put the bin down next to him. “I’m going to have to tell them that I spewed in that.”

I nodded as I heard my name be called out. I looked over at the guy who was taking us in before standing up and hooking my handbag over my shoulder. I ran my hands down my skirt and looked back at Cameron. I smiled a little as I told him to spray himself with deodorant before heading in and walked away from him. I followed the guy down the hall and to the second door on the right. He held it opened and thanked him as I walked through.

Ken Carter was sitting behind the desk with a small, welcoming smile on his face. I smiled as I sat down in front of the well-groomed man. His sandy blonde locks that were greying over was slicked back without a hair out of place, hazel eyes framed by glasses and making them look slightly bigger and he dressed in a grey suit. He placed his hand out and I grabbed it with a firm grip and shook his hand.

“Amity Tate, correct?” He asked, his voice husky like an older man’s voice should sound.

“Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I’m sorry if I smell of puke, I just helped the guy out there from throwing up all over your floors.”

Ken chuckled. “I assure you that you do not smell like vomit.”

I sighed. “Thank god.”

“Shall we get this interview underway?” He asked and I nodded. “What made you apply for this job?”

“To be honest, I was applying for almost every job I saw. But I do understand that it’s a personal assistant job position for your son.” I said as I realized how much of a fool I was actually making out of myself.

“Have you ever been a personal assistant for someone?” Ken asked.

I shook my head. “No, sir. But I’ve done a lot of other stuff.”

“If you were to get this job, how will you be of service to my son in a professional way?” Ken asked. “I’m sure you know of his silly games.”
“I can’t say that I will stop him from doing whatever he is going to be up to in the future but I can assure you that I will try my best to stop him from making a fool of himself.” I smiled a little.

“This job will be long hours and pretty much take up most of your time, are you able to handle that?”

“It’ll take some getting used too but I’m sure I will be able to handle it.”

“Excellent, will be in contact in the next twenty-four hours.” Ken smiled as he stood up and walked around the table. “Are you available straight away?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded as I stood up.

“Again, we will be in contact.” Ken said as he placed his hand out and I shook it again.

“Okay.” I smiled.

Ken opened the door and I walked out with another smile at him. I knew I had fucked the interview totally up and there was no way I was going to get that job. My answers were not professional even though I had rehearsed my answers over and over again on the drive here. I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens when the phone call happens. If I get it, I’ll be over the fucking moon.

I walked back down the hall and saw Cameron. He looked nervous still and I prayed he didn’t make a mess of these floors. I dug into my handbag and handed him the mints as I stopped in front of him. He looked up with a shocked look but it disappeared when he noticed it was me.

“You look like you’ll need these.” I grinned. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Cameron smiled back at me.

• • •

I arrived at work, fifteen minutes early before my shift. I was currently working at the local bar which was a good job but the pay was shit. It wasn’t enough for me to have that random splurge every now and then. Hell, I had to do the whole saving thing three months prior to me actually hitting the town. It was a once in a blue moon, when pigs fly type of deal. I needed a new job and that’s when the job for becoming Travis Carter’s personal assistant and there was only one person who knew of this interview that worked in this bar.

“How’d it go?” Laura asked as I stepped behind the bar.

Laura was a pretty girl. She was all about how she looked; the latest fashion and make-up trends but she was the most caring person I knew of. She has always put everyone else’s happiness before her own. It’s what I liked about Laura. Laura’s light blonde hair was draped down her back in loose, thick curls and a braid going across the top of her head looking like she had a hair head band happening; her blue eyes surrounded by make-up as well as the rest of her oval shaped face. She wore the same work polo shirt I wore with the logo of the bar on the right chest part of the shirt and a pair of light washed skinny jeans and a pair of ankle boots.

“I really can’t answer that because I think I made an utter fool out of myself.” I laughed.

“Let me guess? You didn’t think before you spoke?” Laura laughed as she placed the glass cup she was drying down on the rack.

“Something like that.” I smiled at her as I grabbed a cloth and wiped down the top of the bar.

It was only half an hour before the bar opened for Friday night. The bar was more like a club to speak of. It opened at nine-thirty at night and it was the place that most club hoppers started their nights and sometimes ending their nights. Or they spent the whole night here, drinking and being rowdy. The atmosphere here was chilled and welcoming. The two years I have been working here, there have been really no punch ones but there’s been a lot of heated arguments where I thought there would be a punch on.

Laura grabbed another glass cup, dried it and placed it on the rack. I kept wiping down the bar top before walking around and wiping down the tables and chairs. The bar top, chairs and tables are wiped down every night and before every opening. Collin, the boss man of this joint, likes to make sure that this place is spotless. He even goes to making us wipe down the alcohol bottle once every two weeks to make sure they aren’t dusty. I think it’s just paranoia that this place would be shut down if a health inspector came randomly which I find understandable.

“Do you know if Tom is coming in tonight or not?” I asked Laura as I sat at one of the bar stools at the end of the bar.

“Who knows. That kid only shows up when he wants too.” Laura said as she walked over to me and handed me a bottle of water. “I don’t know why Collin hasn’t fired him yet because if I was the boss of this place, I’d have fired him months ago.”

“Fire who?” Laura and I heard the male voice.

Turning in my seat, I saw Rick walking into the bar. Rick was one out of three boys that worked here and probably soon to be one of the two blokes that worked here. There were three other guys but they all quit and I’m pretty sure one got fired for stealing from the register. Rick was the bloke who made us all have a good time at work because he was silly and easy-going. He made coming to work worth it when I had a shit day.

“Tom.” I said as Rick stood next to me.

“Oh, I agree completely.” Rick nodded; his light brown, shoulder length hair bouncing as he did.

“Do you know if he is coming in tonight?” I asked.

“I texted him like an hour ago and never got a reply so Collin might have to call in Sean.” Rick said. “Have you girls done everything?”

“Bar, chairs and table are all wiped down and you can see yourself in the glasses.” Laura smiled brightly.

“Excellent. Doors open soon.” Rick said. “A couple of my mates are coming in so heads up for that.”

Laura and I groaned in unison. Rick’s mates were the boys that were forever coming in and trying to chat me, Laura or the girls that worked here up. One of the other girls, Shannon had made the mistake of falling for the charms of one of Rick’s mates. Shannon ended up leaving with him after her shift, slept with him while he promised to call and never did. Rick’s mate didn’t hold any shame because he came in here the next night when the poor girl was working and pretty much ignored her. Shannon ended up going home early that night. And two weeks later, she quit and I’ve never seen her since.

“Come on girls, you love the attention from them secretly.” Rick laughed as he walked off to the back room.

I rolled my eyes before looking back at Laura. “Please kill me now.”

“Take me out first.” She laughed.

• • •

I was three hours into my shift and for a Thursday night, it was fairly busy in here but not busy enough to call in another employee because Tom did a no show once again. I had the joys of Rick’s friends sitting at the end of the bar and making comments every time I got them fresh drinks. I laughed off majority of what they said but I really couldn’t help but allow their comments to feed my ego. I mean I knew that they were only doing it to get in my pants but a compliment is a compliment. Laura and Rick were running around on the floor, getting rid of empty glasses and bottles and taking refills to those who were too lazy to get up and come to the bar.

“Amity!” I heard one of Rick’s mates call my name.

I tossed the tea towel over my shoulder and made my way over to him. “Yes?”

“What’s your most feminie drink?” He asked.

“Vodka.” I smirked knowing full well that’s what the guy had been drinking all night.

The boys around him laughed at my comment as the guy, whose name I didn’t know, shook his head and downed the rest of his drink. He handed me his glasses and I turned around and started a whole new drink for him in a new glass. The guy had been sitting on red bulls and vodkas all night. I didn’t know if the mix of alcohol and an energy drink was going to do the guy good but that’s what he wanted and I could only say something when he got too drunk.

“Can I get you boys anything else?” I asked.

“Yeah, your number would be good.” The blondie smiled sitting next to the Vodka and Red Bull guy.

“You have better hope at seeing pigs fly than getting my number.” I smiled.

“Come on, Am. You and I both know it’d be a good night spent.” He grinned.

One of the guys laughed. “She isn’t going to hand over her number, Josh. We all know that.”

“Can’t a guy wish?” Blondie, Josh laughed.

As I went to laugh, the sound of two girls screaming bought my attention away from Rick’s friends. Standing over the other side of the bar were two girls, who were obviously heavily intoxicated, screaming at each other. They had come in like best friends and I’m pretty sure they will be leaving as ex-best friends. One of them had a drink in their hand and I knew exactly where that was going to land soon enough. And it wasn’t going to be landing in the pit of her stomach.

I looked around to see security heading straight for them as they kept screaming. As I looked back, I watched the dark haired girl throw her drink in the other dark haired girl’s face while screaming at her that she’s not a best friend, she’s just a slut. I couldn’t help but give a late reaction gasp to the fact that the chick threw her drink all over her mate. But it also made me curious to what was actually done for old love to throw her drink at her mate. I went over to the other side of the bar as the security guys ushered the two girls out of the bar. I grabbed the wet cloth and started wiping down the bar top where the splashes of drink landed.

“Apparently her friend slept with her boyfriend.” I heard someone say.

“Fuck off, really?” Another voice responded.

“Yeah, that’s what I made out from the screaming goats.” The first voice laughed.

I laughed a little as I finished wiping down the bench top before I went and washed the cloth out. It was going to be either a long night or a night that felt really short. Either way, I didn’t mind.

• • •

I woke up to sound of my phone blaring the Breaking Benjamin song around my room. My eyes had shot open and I slowly sat up as I leant over to grab my phone. Clearing my throat and preparing myself to sound awake, I answered the phone.

“Hello?” I answered, my voice giving no sound of me just waking up.

“Hi, is this Amity Tate?” The preppy voice on the other side of the phone said.

“Yes, it is.” I replied as I ran a hand over my head.

“Excellent. I’m just ringing to congratulate you on landing the job of being Mr Travis Carter’s personal assistant.” She said happily. “Mr Ken Carter is asking for you to come in today at two o’clock to talk about the job if you are still interested.”

“Oh god yes.” I blurted out. “I mean, yes I am still interested in the job.”

The girl laughed. “Excellent, we’ll see you at two o’clock. Congratulations once again.”

“You will. Thank you.”

I sat in my bed staring at my phone. Normally, I’m one to hate being woken up after a night at the bar but that was a wakeup call I’m happy of getting. I’m unsure how I got the job but I’m sure I will find out at two o’clock when I meet with Ken Carter. I just hoped I’m able to do this job and not get fired.


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