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It was a sunny day, if I remember correctly. Despite the fact that it was a nice weather, I still could not calm myself down because of what I was about to do.

A job interview…

Yes, that’s right. Me, Chester Bennington, 23 year old kid from Phoenix Arizona must now face my reality. I used to be in a band called Grey Daze for a while actually. But it didn’t work out. We never really made a great hit, I guess. I had troubles with band members all the time and I decided to quit that dreadful job of mine.

After quitting the band, I quit my job as a Burger King boy as well. Did I mention that I had two jobs? Day job was flipping burgers at Burger King and my night time job was practically singing, screaming, jumping at a night club I have never even heard of.

My family wasn’t exactly providing me safe and happy environment either. My mom and my dad split up ages ago when I was 11 years old. I barely remember when was the last time I ever saw my family sitting down together to have Christmas dinner. I was so foolish back then, hoping that dad will come back and everything will be okay. Although my mom let me visit dad every now and then, I never felt close to him. That’s when I started to get into drugs. Cocaine was my savior and I couldn’t live without marijuana. Drinking and smoking were just usual activities for me. Hardcore? You haven’t even begun.

As I was sitting nervously outside the restaurant, I started biting my nails. This restaurant was some kind of expensive Italian or French restaurant and the manager sounded like a jackass to me over the phone. However, there is no choice for me because if I don’t pay my rent any time soon, Brad swore to his grandmother’s grave that no one will ever find me again.

I checked my wrist watch. It was 3:00. My interview is supposedly at 3:00. I took a deep breath and put my hand on the doorknob, gently twisting it open.

“Whoa…” as I opened the door, I couldn’t help but to stand there for about a minute or two gazing it in awe. The tables and chairs were so clean and neatly organized and European settings and fine dishes caught my attention as well. I have never seen a place like this! Or I never had a chance to go to a place like this. Even when I was dating Sam, I never could afford to take her out to these kinds of cuisines. Poor Sammy…as I thought of my ex-fiancée, my eyes quickly caught the glimpse of brand new piano in the middle of the floor.

“Whoa…” I let out another sound of admiration. Black grand piano was so shiny and so… so… tempting. Just as I was reaching out my hand to open the piano, I heard someone’s voice calling me.

“Excuse me! Please don’t touch that piano.”

I gasped and quickly turned around to face who it was. When I saw his bald head and his bow tie, it didn’t take me a while know that he was the manager of this restaurant, Phi Farrell.

“Uh…hi, I’m…Chester Bennington. I’m here for the um…um…”

“The job interview, I know. Follow me.” Phi nodded and gestured me to follow him.

“Have a seat, boy.” He offered me a seat as we stepped into his office. His office was quite luxurious. I felt like I was totally out of the place. A poor boy from Arizona isn’t going to make it here…

I hesitantly sat down and glanced at Phi who was looking at me with discontent in his eyes. He pulled out my application and quickly skimmed through it.

“Now, as you know, this is no Burger King. We are somewhat of high class restaurant. It seems like you aren’t really familiar with this kind of environment.”

“I can handle anything. Trust me, Mr. Farrell. I can do anything you ask me to do.”

I quickly cut him off and gave him assurance with my eagerness. I…don’t know if it worked because Phi glanced at me over his glasses. I smell sarcasm… damn baldy! I laughed nervously as Phi slowly turned his focus back to my application.

“Okay, well. I’ll give you a call in a few days.”

I sighed in frustration. I’ve already waited few days just for this one lousy interview call! I can’t believe this shit.

“Is there a problem?” Phi arched his eyebrows.

“Huh? Problem? No problem. I’ll…go home and wait…for the call.” I laughed nervously again. God, I’m turning into a biggest dork on earth. Phi just glared at me and never looked back again because his nose was stuck on some application other than mine. Great. Just great. I murmured furiously as I was storming out of his office.

As I was stomping out of Phi’s office, I did not realize that someone was coming around the corner just inches away from me. Of course, next thing I knew was papers were flying all over the place and we both fell onto the ground, grunting in pain.

“Ow…do you even fucking look when you walk around the corner?!” I shouted at the person on the ground not knowing whether it was a man or a woman.

Then as I was standing up to get myself together, I’ve realized that the person I bumped into happens to be a man. I furrowed my brows to study the man getting up before me.

I took a glimpse at his dark skater shoes, black cargos, baggy pants with his black cap. Underneath the cap, I saw his dark eyes looming with kindness as he was smiling awkwardly.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yeah…um…I’m fine.” I felt myself blushing as he was grinning.

“I’m so sorry, I did not see you. I was looking through this music I’ve been writing…” he bent down to pick up the sheets lying all over the floor.

“Oh, uh…that’s okay. Um, here let me help you.” I kneeled on the ground to grab the music sheets for him.

“Thanks.” He looked at me again and this time I saw his full lips curling into a beautiful smile.

I felt weird. Why is this guy not mad? If I were him, I’d get pissed off.

“Well, um…I’m going to go…so…” I scratched my head as I was walking away from him. I tried to look as if I was on some kind of busy schedule but I don’t think it was working out too well.

“All right, see you around.” I heard him behind me but I kept walking.

Why do I care? He’s just some guy! Besides that he was the first guy that has ever said I’m sorry to me and…a guy who said thanks to me and…

And…

As I made my way through the crowd in downtown of LA I found myself deeply in thought of him.

Oh God…but I don’t even know his name! Maybe he works there…or…maybe he was there for the job interview! If he was, then I’m screwed. How can anybody even compare a guy like him to a guy like me? I bet he’s going to take my spot…goddamn it, that damned Phi Farrell.

“Hey, Bennington!” I heard someone calling my name out furiously.

I looked up only to find angry Brad Delson running down the stairs with his hands in his pocket. He seemed like he was in one of those moods…

“What’s up, man?” I tried to reply as calmly as possible but I knew I was trembling.

Brad is a drug dealer. Everybody knows that. I, myself had gotten some illegal substance from him. I needed it to get through the day. Despite the fact that he was a drug dealer, Brad certainly wasn’t one of those guys that one would screw around and get away with it.

“Don’t ‘what’s up man’ me! Where’s my rent?” he spat out irritably.

“The rent? Oh, oh the rent! Yeah, um…it’s coming. I just had a job interview today and paycheck should be coming anytime soon.” I laughed nervously. God, I hate myself.

“Well, did you get the job?” Brad narrowed his eyes.

“Uh…yes, yes. Anytime soon, Brad. Just chill.” I replied.

Brad stared at me with his sharp gaze and nodded.

“All right, Bennington. I’m only giving you one more chance but that’s it. Next time—”

“Brad, I know.” I cut him off quickly before he finishes his sentence. I guess I know what he’s going to say.

As Brad glared at me and walked off with his hood friends, I’ve realized my heart was pounding really fast against my chest. I know the true reason why he is giving me all these chances instead of just crushing me. But I could not say…I really could not say.

I slowly pulled myself together and walked up the stairs. After I walked into my room, I just stumbled on my bed and instantly fell asleep. But even in my dreams, I was not happy.