Logan muttered his fair share of curse words as he quickly exited the bookstore that he had been browsing just moments before. It had only been when he looked up to see that the clock was around five minutes to ten P.M., and Logan knew that he was in deep crap, to say the very least. His Dad was going to have a cow if he was late. And he wasn't even dressed!
Logan cursed some more as he drew his jacket around himself as he raced down the brightly lit streets, ignoring the curious stares of passersby. He just had to walk a good distance from the bar. If he had just remained in the bar's area, he wouldn't have been as worried as he was now. He had already been in the the bar's area multiple times that Logan decided that he wanted a change, and it just so happened that he wandered outside of its reach and into the more quiet area of town, where there wasn't much to do but the stores held infinite possibilities.
Logan swore once more, lowering his head as he ducked into the already busy bar, squeezing himself quickly amongst the crowd, muttering "Excuse me"'s as politely as he could.
This was a time where Logan felt that his size wasn't an issue- him being lean and not as tall as other people his age allowed him the ability to manoeuvre quite quickly and back to where the staff's area was.
He instantly saw his Dad in the last bits of the crowd before the back of the bar, and Logan turned his head away, walking away from him in at a much faster pace than before. When he looked up again to see that his Dad had just missed him coming in, Logan breathed a sigh of relief as he raced to his "study", taking the key from his neck with his shaky fingers to open his door.
Logan threw the light-switch on, leaving the door half open as he took off all of his clothes and left them on the floor, not even bothering to put them in the closet. Reaching for his tuxedo, he put that on and saw that he had about fifty seconds to spare. His hair was wind-blown, his hands weren't even washed, and his tie was on all crooked. His socks were itchy but he had no time to waste as he quickly ran his hands down his hair as he grabbed his binder from the top bunk and bolted to the back of the stage, where he took a breath and casually walked up to the piano, placing his binder on the music rack and taking out the first piece of the night. His shoes looked a little dirty- he had no time to shine them right now. He checked his teeth in the reflection of the piano- no signs of food. He honestly wanted to wash his hands because he hated touching the piano with dirty hands, but all that he had touched were some books, a drink, and an apple pie. He supposed that he would let it go for now, since if he left, his Dad would probably go on an anger strike. And he didn't want that. He looked around him, not spotting his Dad anywhere. He supposed that his Dad had been looking for him, and if his Dad asked, he'd say that he was just in his "study", just dozing off for a little bit before he would perform. That wouldn't get his Dad so mad now, would it. It was better than telling him that he had fun in the town, looking at things that he found interesting and his Dad didn't. That'd surely piss him off.
Logan sighed, stretching his fingers before he looked around once more. Where's Kristen? he thought to himself, nervously fidgeting with his tie. It looked so bad; he really needed her assistance. She was good at these kinds of things. Was she still getting ready? Was she talking with her sister? Logan didn't really know, as the door to where all the performers were was closed, and he had no way of knowing whether or not they were all ready to go. He also needed to get his hair gelled to the side, as it was a proper way of show in performances like these. Even though Logan was always behind the curtain, his Dad expected him to be like the other performers out there- ready and dazzling. It looks like a mop, Logan groaned to himself about his hair, seeing his reflection in the piano once more. Maybe Kristen can sneak me in some gel before she goes up... and some hand sanitizer.