Some People Are Just Nasty (2)

Although I kept awake all night, I didn't feel tired at all even after a day's hard work. As I trudged along the streets and past those sweet couples gleaming under the neon lights, I felt lonely and empty.

I became absent-minded as if I belonged to the nightclub, not here. I told myself that maybe I should drink some wine to improve my sleep tonight.

I liked the feeling when I listened to the loud music in the bar, looked at the changing lights and people twisted their bodies crazily. My head spun from the alcohol. At that time, I was free from troubles, love, or hate. All I had was an illusion.

There were two regular bands in this bar. They took turns performing every night. Today, it was Robben's band. I had a good relationship with him. Sometimes, we played music together.

Robben put his fingers on the guitar string and made a noise. He smiled at me playfully and said, "Howard, do you want to come up?"

I put down the bottle, jumped onto the stage, and took the guitar from Robben. Then I said to the team members, "Come on, music!"

Everyone nodded, and all kinds of instruments clanged to make a sound. Under the flickering light, the hard rock and heavy metal music filled the bar.

Due to alcohol, I stepped on the kit and began to play the electric guitar crazily. And I sang loudly.

During the song, a long-haired young man, wearing a black jacket and a gold chain, glared at me and shouted, "What the hell are you singing... Change to another song..."

I stopped and narrowed my eyes. I said, "You son of a bitch, say that again!"

He kicked the nearest drum and shouted, "You idiot! I said you needed to change to another song!"

"**** you..." I stood on the stage and kicked the man in the face. It was exciting. Then I jumped down from the stage and hit him with my guitar. Soon, the guitar was smashed into pieces. The man covered his head, wriggling on the ground and screaming.

His men rushed towards me with some beer bottles. They were stopped by Robben and his team. In the chaos, I saw someone call the police, so I dropped the guitar and ran out of the bar.

...

In the interrogation room of the police station, the light shone on me. A kind, old policeman sat opposite me.

"Tell me your name, gender, age, and place of work."

"Well, officer, that bastard irritated me first. He kicked our drum. We earned a living by playing music, so the musical instrument is our life. I can't let him do that, right? I don't want to make a scene, but some people are just nasty!" I said with a sad face.

"Don't talk nonsense. No matter what you said, it's guilty to fight. It is illegal, understand?"

"Officer, I know I was wrong. I should not ignore the integrity of the law. From now on, I will be a good citizen and obey the law. I won't harm our society!"

"Alright, cut the crap! Pay the fine."

"You won't detain me, right?" I asked cautiously.

"The young man was only slightly injured. He agreed to settle it privately. You need to pay his medical bills and lost income. Adding the fine to it, the total would be 1,000 dollars."

"1,000! Officer, I don't have that much money!"

"Call your family and friends."

When I heard that, I was suddenly confused. At this time, loneliness overwhelmed me. It was the first time I felt extremely alone in this city that I had lived in for two years.

I couldn't call Jason or Isabel. They were getting married soon. I didn't want to cause them trouble. Besides, they wished I could live a stable life. It was better not to let them know about this. I was afraid that they would be disappointed!

...

After thinking about it for a long time, someone's face appeared in my mind.

I could call Emilie! Anyway, I was a jerk in her eyes. I could just ask her to pay the fine for me. When I got my salary next week, I would give her back the money.

At this time, I was glad to have her number on my phone.

I took out my phone from my pocket and called Emilie.

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