Wednesday, November 8
NaNoWriMo Update
Hugh paced as they led Mick away, hands in his hair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Fuck him," said the lead guitarist. "That crazy shit roadie can rot for all I care. We don't need him."
"We've gotta keep going, Mick," the bandleader said to Mick's back. "He’ll catch up once they charge him or whatever. Stupid shit’s lucky ifn’ he doesn’t get deported. But we gotta make this gig, it’s important; that’s the business, right?"
The security guards jerked Mick in the other direction. "Yeah," Mick said quietly. "It's only business."
Phil slapped Billy on the shoulder. "Pay up."
He had been so caught up in the events that Billy forgot the bet. He dug into his wallet as the guards and band went their separate ways.
"You're good." He slapped the fifty into Phil's palm.
"Nah," Phil jabbed a thumb in Mick's direction. "He's just that stupid."
As he was dragged away, Mick smiled to himself.
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