To say I was nervous was pretty much an understatement. I walked up to Higher Ends in the required all black apparel. I was instructed to go around to the left side of the building, in through the fence, then through the door at the loading dock. Good God for some reason I could not figure out where I was to go. After a good ten minutes of walking around looking like an idiot I asked for help and someone very nice got me to where I needed to be. I was early; even with getting lost I was there a good twenty minutes before call time. Everyone else was already there though. This did nothing but make me more nervous. I don’t recall much of what happened next. I just remember that somehow, all of us got outside to the loading dock.
I remember turning around and seeing him. His tall slender figure, he had to be about six foot three from the ground. Dirty blonde hair poked out from his backwards Beartooth snapback that looked like it desperately needed to be washed. His long face with light brown un kept l stubble covering his cheeks and chin. And his eyes, those eyes are what killed me. Light green with an emerald ring around the irises. The kind of eyes that could look straight past you and into your mind. The kind of eyes that make you want to sit and look into for hours. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. His teeth were perfect. Straight and white as hell.
From there we loaded the band’s shit inside, set it up and were ushered back out to the loading dock while they did sound check. I sat on the ground with my feet hanging over the side by where the truck pulled in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. My thoughts immediately changed, instantly he became more unattractive. I was disappointed to say the least. He cupped his hand sheltering the flame from the wind and took one long drag of his cigarette, “I’m Maddox.” He exhaled while speaking making his voice an octave lower than I imagined it being.
“Alice.”
He nodded and took another drag on his cigarette. Exhaled then spoke, “This your first intern day here?”
I nodded.
“Mine too.”
“Did you get lost on your way back here? Or was that just a me thing?”
“No,” He shook his head, “I couldn’t find the gate either. I think they probably make it hard to find on purpose.”
“Yeah. That makes since.”
One of the other boys walked out from the large garage like door, “They said they need all of us.”
Maddox dropped his cigarette and stepped on the remaining bit of it. I stood and followed him inside.
Later that night we sat outside again. I received a text from my roommate. Basically, everyone that I was at the party with the night prior decided to tell her a bunch of lies and try to start drama between us, which they did. I exhaled loudly and began to tell him what was going on. It was more of a rant than me wanting to tell him. I was frustrated and he was close. I did want to talk to him, but not necessarily about this. He offered up some comforting That sucks and I’m sorry dude. Not much else came of it though.
By the end of the gig we had added each other on Facebook. We said the standard goodbyes and parted ways for the evening.
I should have just left it at that. Should have just kept him as some guy I met one day interning.
Should have denied his friend request.
Should have walked away.
I started the conversation over Facebook to Maddox that night. I wanted to talk to him.
I can’t find Andrew. - Another boy I interned with the day before
His last name is Calloway. - Maddox replied with in seconds.
Gracias! - I think I am cute with my Spanish.
De Nada! - He was cute too though.
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