Salem Witch Trials Essay, Research Paper

“Christina!” I heard someone yell behind me. I turned around and saw my friend Alysia standing at the bar. “Hey girl! Where’s Justin?” I asked. “Milling around somewhere. Who’s playing tonight?” she answered. “I think Eastcide. Can you believe we actually got NSYNC to go to a rock show?” I yelled over the music. Alysia nodded and told me to meet her at “our” booth after I finished setting up the drums. I was working at the Espresso Bar and I had a steady job setting up band’s stuff and warming up the crowd. Out of nowhere a peanut hit the side of my head. I looked up and saw Jake standing there. “We’re ready when you are babe.” He said, walking away. I came out from behind the bar and walked over to the stage. I found Chris, my cousin, sitting on the edge of the stage and I kicked him with the toe of my shoe. He turned around and looked up at me. “You need to move or else Jake will have a sissy-fit cause you’re on his stage.” Chris moved to the end of the stage and sat on the speaker and I moved the drums into place. I tuned the guitars and tested the drums. After I finished, I waved to Alysia and the guys and tested the mics. “How many y’all out there are one of the Eastcide Soldiers?” the crowd went wild and starting chanting for Eastcide. I got off the stage and walked over to where Alysia was sitting. “I’ve done my part. We can leave if you want to.” I said. Justin and everyone else looked bored and I could take a hint. “Hey, why don’t you guys meet me in the parking lot?” I asked. Everyone nodded and I walked over to Eric. “I gotta go. I’ll see you in about a month ok?” I said. Eric nodded and handed me a wad of cash. “What’s this for?” I asked. “You’re one of our best workers. You’re pay check and a bonus are in that.” He replied. I gave him a hug and waved bye to Jake. He gave a small wave and I left the club.

Alysia was gone and so was Justin. “They said they would meet us back at you’re place.” Joey said. I unlocked my Jeep and everyone piled in. Chris and Lance were fighting over the front seat and I was laughing over them. “Lance hop in. Chris get in the back.” I finally said. “You like him more then me!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, and puffing out his lower lip. “Whatever you say Chris.” I laughed. We drove out of the parking lot and headed home.