Sharc

Sarah The Jobber Slayer

Death

To Live And Be Arrested In Burbank Part III

Another money deal later set Vincent free without any charges. He had twice broken into NBC and assaulted two security guards, but escaped punishment. Gotta love this country.

So, he was back again. This time, he hijacked some scrub’s tickets and went in the old-fashioned way. Then, he slipped backstage under the cover of Leno’s endless monologue. Time was running short. Tonight, at least. It sure would have been easier if he could find out where she was staying.

Vincent slapped his head at that thought.

"Stupid!"

Green room. Empty.

"Fuck," Vincent said quietly and wandered again.

"Hey! Trey Vincent! How we doing buddy?"

Jay Fucking Leno?

"Oh Christ. Jay! Why are you back here?"

"Commercial break. How’s that whole Action thing working out for you?"

"Good, good."

"I’m so hurt though, Trey. Instead of doing things the easy way and calling me, you decided to break in here not once, not twice, but thrice. Why is that?"

"Oh crap." Vincent spun around, expecting a swarm of security.

"No, no, relax. I’m not gonna bust you. You’re a good friend."

"Cool. Well. I came to see Michelle Branch. Meet her actually. I’m kind of an obsessed fan of hers with delusions of future bliss."

"Ah, I see. Well, she’s about to perform now. Once she’s done, I’ll bring you on out to close the show!"

Vincent’s jaw dropped. "You’re shitting me. Michelle is PERFORMING! A SONG? WHAT THE FUCK MAN! Interview her! I need to know if she’s single," Vincent said, grabbing Leno by the suit jacket.

"Relax, Trey. Um, SECURITY!"

That’s when the swarm of guards came.

"Damn damn damn," Vincent said, before taking off in a sprint all through backstage in hot pursuit. He tossed people, props and anything h e ran past in the path of those pursuing security guards. Just enough to delay them.

He got out back.

Beeped open his Jeep.

And drove back to the hotel.

He looked out the window every so often as he thought back over the night. Waiting and waiting to see her car arrive.

Vincent was in the hotel where she was staying.

He was going to meet her tonight. Whether she liked it or not. But she would. Because he is Trey Vincent.

That’s when he passed out due to alcohol consumption and exhaustion. Ruining his shot.

Fate sucks.

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