Killing Time (Open)

[des3]

Keagan typed furiously on his sidekick. He glared and tossed the phone aside. He needed to make sure everything went according to schedule. The last thing he needed was to have his head cut off by the lead singer of the band's father. Sure, being a band manager was a high title, but there was always someone there that was much higher. He sighed and rubbed at his bleary eyes. His sight had began to dance in and out again. It won't be long until he had another fit. She shook his head and glanced around the room. Bands were playing onstage. It was early in the day and Keagan had been up since six that morning. He was sure there was nothing to worry about. But then again there were those days where something just happend to go wrong. He prayed that today was not that day.

He glanced around, before picking up his Sidekick and moving to lay on his back. He laid flat on a small bench set up backstage, looking out onto the stage. He glanced up at the ceiling, the images already beginning to blur around the edges. He groaned and reached up, absently touching the thick, pale scar that spread across his eyes and the top of his nose. He needed to calm down. But his perfectionist side wouldn't let him. Everything was running smoothly, so far. He hoped it would last. He sighed heavily and sat up on the bench. He lazily looked around, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand, cursing his eyes for failing him when he needed them most. He had gone half a month without a fit so far. He was pretty much due for one. But he wished it didn't have to happen now.

Running a hand through his dark brown hair, his dark eyes scanned the area. He noticed some stares from the current bands techs and sighed. He waved them off, sending them a harsh glare, telling them to get back to work. They did and he looked up at the ceiling again. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. His right foot began to tap rapidly on the floor. This was a habit that meant his was either anxious or severely stressed. He growled and stomped the foot down, ceasing the tapping. He rubbed at his eyes again and stood up from the bench. He began to pace the room, watching the techs do their work. In all his rush and anxiety, he had forgetton to get his usual dose of caffeine in his system. He pushed it off, knowing he had no time now.

Keagan just couldn't function calmly and properly without coffee or some kind of caffeine filled drink. He gave up on walking the stress out and collapsed on the bench again. He turned his gaze to the stage, watching the band play. Hoping music could calm him down. He then became aware of the fact that the band he managed wouldn't be on until a couple hours later. He cursed loudly, but didn't get up. This outburst drew more stares from the surround techs. The music outside was too loud for that band to even notice. He sighed, wondering if he should just stay put or leave and do something to kill time. He then stood up and left the backstage area. He walked out toward the parking lot. He didn't feel like going back to the bus just yet.

So he stayed in the parking lot and looked around. There was no movement from any cars, so he collapsed on the ground between two rows of cars. He pulled out his Sidekick and checked the time. How did he not realize how early he was. He sighed and laid back on the pavement, staring up at his phone. He had sent alerts to the band to make sure they were up and ready in the next hour. Now he only had time to kill before his job began.

WORDS !: 671
NOTES !: not the greatest
OUTFIT !: Here!
MUSE !: good enough
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Tags: Keagan/Des<3
Words:507
Outfit:coming soon
Notes: I’ll make it pretty later sorry its not my best.