I throw a pillow at a small table, tipping it over and breaking the glass that was on it. What the h*ll is wrong with those indies?!
I pause for a moment, and close my eyes. I hear the gasps of my daughter. She must have seen all the things I broke. I hear Tina on the phone.
"Yes, Dr. Warren? It's Tina Klaga. I think we may want to up his medication." I sigh as I hear her talking to my anger management doctor.
"No, Tina." I say, opening my eyes. I explain how poor Scene was treated, and how everyone is being treated at MyMusic. Twice the Indie is the worst possible thing.
I walk into work the next day, and see Idol by Scene at the intern's desk. I approach them.
"Morning." I say awkwardly. I hear the door open, and turn to see Indie 2 walk in.
He has dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and his hair is a mess. His fedora is lopsided, and his scarf barely wraps around his neck.
"You're wearing the same clothes as yesterday!" Idol exclaims, rushing to his side.
"I d...wan...hipst...ermore." Indie 2 says; I can't understand what he's saying, and can't ask because he walks away.
"It sounds like he doesn't want to be hipster anymore." Idol says, and I open my mouth slightly in shock, partly because of what she said, and that she could understand.
I walk into the lunch room that day, to find the indies eating their weird lettuce crap. Indie 2 seems fine with being indie, or hipster, or whichever's funnier. Laughing at odd jokes, not flinching when he eats the leaf. What is happening?