Monday rolled around right on time, and Indie found himself back at work. He paused in the doorway for a moment. Everything had been cleaned up already. There wasn’t a sign anywhere that anything had happened. He glanced into the break room and noticed that a plaque had been hung on the wall. He didn’t have to read it to know what it said.
Indie was so focused on what he was going to do after work that he didn’t even notice he was working. He moved through the inventories, finishing them quickly and moving on to the next. He found that he had finished all twenty of them in less than two hours, and after putting the clipboard back, he found a lift team that needed a fourth.
He walked home quickly after work, putting away his uniform and checking his hair in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were less noticeable today. He’d finally gotten a good night’s sleep without the help of a bottle, and it showed. He walked briskly to Equestrian Beats, opening the door and calling out “Hey, Mr. Chance! You here?!”
Mr. Chance leaned out of the doorway to his office, looked around a bit, and finally noticed Indie standing near the stage.
“Indie? What are you doing here? It’s a Monday.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just here to talk business today.”
“Oh? This is a change of pace.”
“Well, I’ve done a lot of thinking, and-“
Mr. Chance cut him off mid-sentence. “We’re closing down, Indie. I told you times were getting rough.”
“But PON-3 just played here over the weekend! How are you doing that bad on money?”
Mr. Chance sighed. “This place is falling apart Indie. Other than your shows and the one last night, the place is pretty much empty all the time. I can’t afford to keep the place running anymore. This weekend is going to be the last show.”
Indie opened his mouth to speak, but found he had fallen silent.
“Look kid, nobody loves this place more than you do. I… I want you to play the last show here. It just seems fitting.”
“I… Thanks Golden…” Indie said, somewhat dejectedly.
He sat down on the floor and looked up at the cracked and fading ceiling. He couldn’t image this place closed down.
“What’s going to happen to the theater? Is someone else picking up after you?”
“No… They’re going to tear it down. Supposedly it’s becoming a supermarket or something. I dunno. I hate to see this place go…”
Indie stood up and moved towards the door.
“What are ya’ going to do, kid?” Mr. Chance called to him.
“If this is the last show, I’m going to make sure it’s the best one possible. I’m going to go plan.”