"Thank you, thank you...," Envy said taking a bow along with Ed, as they ended their show at their usual club: Club Nuclear.
"That was a great show," Envy said, packing up his stuff. "I think the new song was really good. What do you think Ed?"
Ed put his keyboard away. "It was good. Still, it felt like it was missing something," he said stoicly. "I was thinking about something for awhile, Envy," Ed said.
"Wassup," Envy asked.
"I was just thinking...you don't see many two member bands, and it dawned on me. If we're this good now, with maybe two more members, we could be great," Edward stated.
Envy scoffed. "Bah. I say we're fine. We don't need anyone else," Envy said, as the owner of Club Forest came in.
"My golden boys! Great show tonight, guys, great stuff, " Senor Smash said.
Ed hated this guy. He was always so cheerful when things were going for him, but when they weren't, Smash was a jerk. Envy meerly shrugged.
"Where's our money," Envy asked coldly.
"Here," Smash said, handing over a check.
"What...the...HELL," Envy roared seeing the check for 250$.
The amount the band had been making had been decreasing steadily for some time, and this was the last straw for Envy.
Ed managed to calm Envy down, and Envy opted to go load the instruments in the car.
"Alright, what's up," Edward asked. "What's with the paycheck?"
Smash twirled his devil like beared, and chortled. "For the sons of lawyers, you two aren't very bright. You didn't read the fine print on your contract," he said handing Edward a sheet of paper, with fine print highlighted at the bottom that read
"The Management retains the right to modify wages earned according to attendence and performance," Ed read aloud.
"What the heck does that mean," Envy said, coming back.
"It means...that due to the lack of new customers, I'm downsizing your pay," Smash said. "An next week, if I don't seen any improvement you're gonna be out of here so fast it'll make your head spin. Now beat it," Smash said.
(Earlier that day from Light Yagami's point of view.)
"Hm? Maybe I should take a break. Even God knew when to take it easy...kinda like now," he thought.
BRING! BRING! BRING! Light's cell phone rang.
"Wonder who that is," Ryuk asked.
"I don't know," Light said picking up the phone to answer it. "Hello?"
"," Misa's voice came through the speaker.
"Ugh...it's her," Light thought. "Hey, Misa. What's up," Light asked as calmly as possible.
"Oh...um...not much. I was just wondering...if maybe you wanted to come with me to this club tonight," Misa asked.
"Going out on a date," Ryuk asked.
Light thought about it for a few minutes. Misa was pretty hot, and he could use the break. "Yeah. Sure. Pick me up at 7," Light asked.
"Oh, of course. See you soon,"
(7:30 That night...)
Misa was latched onto Light's arm at the club. "So, what do you think," she asked.
In truth, Light was having an unusually good time. "I'm having fun," he told Misa. "The band is awesome. Envious right?"
"Yeah. If you want, we could probobly get a word with them after the show, since I believe this is the last set," Misa said.
"Hm...yeah, I might like that. Thanks, Misa," Light said.
(Later that night, back to Envy and Ed.)
"Stupid arseclown, " Envy mumbled waiting for Ed, so they could head home.
"Excuse me," Envy heard someone talking to him.
"Yeah? What's up," Envy asked the man. "Hey...I know you...you're Misa Amane," Envy said.
"Yep. It's me; Misa-Misa, and this is my boyfriend, Light," Misa answered.
Light Nodded. "I really did."
"Well, thanks, but if you liked it, I'm sorry to say next Saturday will apparently be our last performance here," Ed said, coming out of the club.
"Why's that," Light asked.
Edward handed Light a copy of their contract.
"Looks ironclad," Light said. "Didn't your manager look over it?"
"We don't have a manager. Hey wait a second...Light...what's your last name," Envy asked.
"Yagami," Light answered.
"Oh...so you're that super smart high-school kid," Ed said.
"Yeah, kind of," Light nodded, rubbing the back of his head embarresed.
"Light's so smart, I bet he would be an awesome manager for you guys," Misa blurted out.
"Misa please. I don't know the first thing about the music business," Light said.
"Oh, but you know about business," Misa countered. "C'mon, you'd be a great manager," Misa begged.
"Fine...if they'll let me," Light conceded.
Ed looked at Envy who smiled and nodded.
"We could use the help. Even if you can't help us in our current predicament, we'd be happy to have you on as manager," Ed said.
"Yay! This is gonna be great," Misa said, hugging Light hard.
"Uh...yeah," Light said, breaking away. "I'll look over this and speak with the club owner tommorow. I'll let you know how it goes."
"Alright. Here's our number," Envy said, handing Light a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
"Well, we gotta go. Later days," Envy said, getting in his car, as Ed did the same on the other side, waving to Misa and Light.
"Later days," Light and Misa repeted.
OK, so how'd you like that? Wonder what Demyx is doing? Hm...we'll try to answer that at another time. Enjoy. Read and review. Also, I don't own any of this stuff except Senor Smash. Thanks for reading.
