Authors note: Look. This is written in three points of view (being Maddie, Caleigh, and Lily). You won't be told whose, because you ought to be able to figure it out. Keep up, okay?
Disclaimer: No ownage of Jonas, Rooney, or affiliates.
Maddie sighed and leaned her head down against the stainless steel counter in the kitchen. "Hey Freddie, what time is it?"
"1:29. Just get those last few people to eat quick and you'll be done for the night."
"Those god damn screaming tweens gave me a migraine. I hate those Jonas Brothers and their stupid concert." She said, emphasizing the last part by banging her fists, which only made her headache worse.
"Weren't you going to go to that concert?"
"Yes, but I still hate tweens."
"Just get out there and finish working. 10 more minutes and then all you have to do is clean."
Maddie let out a large humph and walked out to check on her tables. She was a waitress at the Hard Rock café. More specifically the Hard Rock Cafe directly across the street from the Target Center in Downtown Minneapolis. That basically meant that they were really busy right before and right after concerts. Usually it was cool to talk to people about how a concert had gone and Maddie had been introduced to some pretty cool bands via conversations with fans but the Jonas brothers fans were just plain annoying. They left shitty tips, would never stop giggling and every 2 or 3 seconds a "OMG!! They're like REAL!" could be heard from some overenthusiastic girl hopped up on WAY too much Red Bull. At least Freddie, the head chef, kept her sane.
"So how are we doing tonight? Everything going well?" Maddie said, a fake smile plastered across her face.
"Actually, my fries are cold." responded a girl that couldn't have been older than 14. What the hell was she doing here at 1:30 in the morning? I mean seriously.
"Oh, I'm sorry. The kitchens closed now, but I can microwave them for you."
"OH, um... never mind then."
Maddie heard them whisper something about her being a bitch as she walked to her next table but didn't really care. They'd be bitchy too if they'd been working since 3 and had a massive blister from being on their feet for nearly 12 hours. The next few tables weren't nearly as bad; most JB fans had left the building long ago. 5 minutes later, all customers had left, and Maddie was almost passed out on the kitchen floor trying to avoid cleaning and texting Caleigh, one of her friends who usually came in after work. Caleigh worked at the nearby Starbucks, and Lilly, their other friend, worked at the Target Center and was expected to arrive soon as well. She heard voices from the way of the employee entrance and army crawled... wow this floor is disgusting... she made a mental note never to do this again and peeked through the gap under the door to see a large group of feet. There must be at least 20 people back there. One of the voices belonged to her boss, but the others were unfamiliar and they mumbled so she had no idea what was happening. Seeing a pair of feet start their way towards the door she hopped up, well, as fast as she could with that blister, and brushed off her Hard Rock shirt and short black skirt just in time to see her boss walk in the door.
"Hey Maddie, another group just came in and I need you to work overtime and wait on them."
"WHAT?! We're closed!" Maddie whined. Today was not her day.
"I'm making an exception and you'll get lots of overtime for this, okay? Just please. I need you and that great fake smile you can turn on instantly."
"This is not legal."
"Hey you're 18. Pretty much anything is legal."
"Fine." Maddie was horrible at turning down any request of Jim's. He was a good boss most of the time, and she really needed the overtime money.
"Table 4. Now make a good impression."
Maddie made her way to Table 4, which was in a secluded corner of the restaurant.
"You have got to be kidding me." Seated at the table were none other than the hooligans who had caused her so much shit this night. The Jonas Brothers and Rooney. And what looked to be the crew too.
"Nope we're completely serious." Said... Joe? It was hard to tell in the dim lighting of the restaurant.
"I'm Maddie and I'll be your waitress this... morning?" Ignoring his comment completely. "Do you guys know what you want to drink or do you need menus first?" She said, whipping out her pad.
"I think we need menus."
Stupid Joe, thought Maddie.
"Okay, I'll be right back then." Maddie counted quickly, shoving her pad back into her pocket. How hard was it to order a DRINK! They're the same everywhere. Shit. 25 of them. They really loved their crew. Carrying back 25 menus, she dispersed them while managing not to completely fall on her ass.
"So what can I get you guys?"
They went around answering, mostly all Diet Coke, but about halfway through they were all interrupted by Maddie's friend Caleigh barging in and ranting about her own bad day at work.