"I'd like to work here at the bar," I said nervously. I loved the atmosphere and music, and I feel like I could be a contributor in this place"
Shock was evident on Rachel, but unlike her, the manager had a wry smile on his face and simply said, "We don't need new workers here. We have a whole team and we're content with that."
"Please, give me a chance. I can be an excellent waiter, or even help clean the place. I'll do anything."
The manager shook his head and said harshly, "I apologize, but we really don't need new workers. I don't want to repeat myself."
I know that the work is not going well for this bar, the customers are few and obviously suffer from a financial crisis. But if I work here I will not be forced to look for a job and I will not be forced to disturb them with my constant coming. I wasn't ready to give up.
"You know, I have a lot of experience working in bars. I've worked in similar places before, and I can bring new customers here."
The manager looked at me skeptically and said, "Really And where did you work before "
I started making up stories and lies about fake places I worked in, and added some impressive details. I told him, "I worked in a famous bar in the city, and it was always full of customers thanks to my services... I even worked in a famous hotel"
Luhla I almost believed myself! I did not know how good I am at lying to this degree, but the look on the manager's face does not bode well.
"That's impressive, but we still don't need new workers."
He didn't believe me! I am not good at lying about what they look like I conceived.Or that my glamorous form exposed me, with this messy hair and untidy clothes, I will not work even in a sausage cart!
I headed towards the door to go out, head setting. Well this is the end come on system, I don't think I'll continue more on this, I need a job I'll find anyway.
The moment I held the handle, I felt as if there was a strand attracting me from my waist to go back. Was it really the main reason I needed a job I didn't even care when I lost my first job!.. Why do I lie to myself, I just want to know how this ridiculous task will end!
I felt like I couldn't leave. And back to my petty life, not now. I slowly turned around and walked back to the manager.
"Oh my god. You're really stubborn!" The manager placed his hand on his forehead.
Suddenly. She kneeled in front of him, as if dignity no longer mattered. That moment of kneeling was filled with misery and pity, I felt it summarize my life.
"And but what are you doing !"
I slowly lifted my head and looked at the manager as if I was asking for forgiveness for my life and begged him with all my might: "Please, give me just one chance. I will prove to you that I deserve to work here. I'll work for free, just let me be here."
I won't deny he took a step back shocked, but then he looked at me harshly and impatient. He said, "Do you think kneeling will change my mind We don't need new workers. This is my final decision."
I'm not done. I said to him, "Please, let me work here even for a short time. I will be loyal and diligent, and I will not ask for any reward. Just let me be a part of this place. "
I felt there was a punch receiving me from the manager, before Rachel stopped her with her words.
"I guess there's no shame in trying, dad. I also need help recently, please see it must be hopeless but at the same time his stubbornness raises admiration"
The manager looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if to weigh his words carefully. Then he said coldly: "Well, you can start tomorrow, I will not pay you.. And don't break anything! "
I couldn't believe! I was saved by Rachel.. But at least I felt that I was part of my success.
I didn't say a word. I looked at her and come on just smiled.
The manager suddenly cut off that moment.
"Haven't you left yet! You said you can start tomorrow, you can't live here even if you're the manager!"
"Uh! Sorry.. I'll call Philip to return my money I lent him"
"..."
A week has passed since I started working at the bar. The atmosphere was familiar to me now, and the sounds and smells became part of my daily routine. Every night, I used to wear my apron and start serving customers. My shift starts by wiping the tables and cleaning the cups, sometimes I help prepare the drinks behind the bar.The work was a bit arduous, especially since I wasn't used to standing for long periods, but I was learning quickly so I came Rachel and the manager, even as I was amazed, I remembered my flashpoints in the system, it was the most intelligent, that's probably why. Although intelligence, I do not know where he went.
Although I enjoyed working here and with the beautiful music that filled the place every night, I was frustrated. I haven't made any progress in my delusion of the mission that brought me here. Those hints that were given to me no longer showed me any clear path.
While I was cleaning the table itself after I found nothing to do, I flinched with a light thud on my back
"Maybe you weren't lying in the end about your work in a famous hotel huh" was the manager I became know more now.
It seems to the distance a person who is cruel and objective, far from emotion, but as soon as you get closer to him you discover the extent of his tone and vitality. He's also Rachel's father.
Rachel was an amazing work mate,she praises me in the speed of my learning and I kept telling her that her way of explaining come on cause.
We were spending the most time talking about Jazz. Louis Armstrong, I thought of him as an astronaut but later knew he was months of playing Jazz. Rachel didn't suppress her giggles at that moment.
While we were cleaning the large cabinet, I couldn't believe how many jazz cylinders, appliances and all the collectibles Rachel's father had.
"This place is actually a gem, a loss that doesn't know much about it"
"He wasn't always like that." There was a sad tone emitting.
"How is that I asked cautiously.
"This place was originally the property of a famous Jazz Squad Leader. Previously, it was a meeting place for them and after nine you wouldn't find a place to stand. He would preach art lovers.People wouldn't have met. If it weren't for Jazz, the tune was their drink and the machines were their chats,made friends and even families here. She holds the roller and twists it like she makes sure of it and then compliments.
"It was simply a magical place in full meaning."
I shut up for a while and then say, "Then what happened"
" hmmm" you look away then answer me
"I parted the band ten years later and everyone on his way, of course the squad leader stayed in his custody, who is of course my father...just this"
"Just that!" Nbert Alandhash got stuck and I wanted her.
"Jazz's teams aren't as blues, they won't stay together forever. That's sad but it happens everywhere not just here" she answers me with normal features I didn't get used to.
"I'm sorry this is simply happening.
After my shift is over, which ends with the closing time of the pub. I sat down tiredly in one corner, the manager was still arranging his cylinders. His appearance in that state as a sad father was inspecting the purposes of his late son.
I imagined him with Jazz's band meeting on every cold night, playing with all passion and harmony. Every tone and every melody emitted from their intertwined souls, echoing in the atmosphere like it was an unforgettable song. But, just as everything beautiful ends, a day came when they dispersed, after ten years of joint play. What's left of that band Just memories and echoes that faded in time.
Does life have value if it's just a series of fleeting moments Is it for her to keep her essence, like we keep a fresh tone from an old song, even when we know she will eventually fade away Thinking of this hurts my head ...
More than two weeks have passed, and nothing interesting has happened!
And in the alleys pulsing with the mysterious music echoes, lies the owner of the door. You have to look into the shadows and listen to the whispers in the wind. You'll find it where the night meets the day, and the voice disappears in the silence of the night."
This part was confusing me. I was thinking about him and I'm sitting at the doorstep of the bar. Out of the door to change I decided to walk and thrust further into the alley. Maybe this is the purpose of the puzzle... That's when I saw him!
He was standing in the shadows, wearing a black hat but not hiding his eyes. Instead he was wearing black glasses, at night I didn't care much but he is our desired man without a doubt.
I approached him cautiously, and decided to ask directly so there was no time to feel embarrassed.
"Hello sir, I'm here for the mission."
He looked at me suspiciously and then removed his glasses and turned around and said in a closer voice to whisper
"Do you know the fountain near here "
I nod.
"Good. We meet at four o'clock in the morning"
He leaves me and walks with the wall like a shadow!
"I may not be the smartest, but I'm the luckiest one in this bar." I jump happily knowing I found the solution. I didn't get a notification from the system but I'm sure of it.
After the work is over, go to the fountain directly and sit there, the place is literally empty as the end of the world. Of course, no one will be here after two at night! Even homeless people don't sleep here." Good choice, janitor," I say to myself.
At four completely hinted him from afar, the same person in his clothes, with him this time a big black backpack.. Maybe come on my prize.
He tells me his usual whispering voice
"Did you bring the money "
"Money The system didn't tell me this." Maybe he meant the fee for playing, no one told me it's a non-free game! Fuck you screen!
Suddenly like he's healing himself and saying:
He apologized, it's a stupid question. They definitely won't pay by the delivery guy" he then gives me the bag, it's heavy!
Delivery worker What does this man please And why is the bag heavy, I thought the prizes were digital
Open it and... I can't express! Only my face shrinks from the shock.
The man raises an eyebrow and asks
"Didn't you like the goods ... It's twenty kilograms of good drugs"
He says with all relief and like he gave me flowers or tea!