The light hadn't even officially turned green when my foot stepped on the gas hard, as I attempted to navigate around the busy city streets.
clutch, gas, shift
I hated driving a manual car, especially when I could barely work it out.
Neutral to first or first to second?
My car bucked wildly twice before it lurched forward at the intersection. My heart felt like it was about to rip out of my chest and plop onto the floor.
Once the bucking calmed down I was back at speed. A lot of speed.
I was running super late to the band I worked for first concert of their tour.
The traffic was insane for this late at night, but I was in the heart of the city. Everyone was going out for the night and I was stuck in it.
'Fuck!' I shouted, snapping out of my thoughts and slamming my foot on the pedal so hard my heel snapped right off.
I groaned looking down at yet another pair of decent heels I had broken.
Once the light turned green again I sped off, lighting myself a cigarette as I drove to calm my nerves.
