Strings

-Chapter 7: In the Studio-

"So here's the studio." I say as we reach it.

The studio was located between the greenhouse and the first building for the middle schoolers. It wasn't plain sight, rather, you would have to, strategically go in-between the two buildings. Then, you would have to take a left after at least 12 paces, and follow the faded pathway until you reach the studio.

It was low-budget, thus, getting the description 'makeshift'.

The studio was housed inside a shed. An abandoned one. Upon entering it, there were provisions for seating. And by provisions, I mean a single sofa that can accommodate 4 people maximum.

Talk about luxury.

Then, in front of the sofa was a small brown wooden table.

Other than that, and displates of artists, postcard-level landscapes, NBA players (for Chriss) and finally, a single displate of Lelouch, [A\N from Code Geass] the studio was empty.

The walls of the studio were painted a dull grey colour and the roof felt like it was going to break or leak, due to the curve of it.

Other than that, it looked well managed.

"Or the JamHouse as Chriss calls it."

"Patent pending" He says with a smirk.

I know, from the disdained expression on Summer's face, that the place, other than the posters, was ugly.

I don't blame her though. It is.

"Wow........, it's—"

"Falling apart, mismanaged, ugly?" Chriss questioned, trying to finish her sentence.

"No, it's okay" She said stressing the okay, despite muttering an 'I guess"

She was standing in front of the booth, where we 'jam'. There is a soundproof glass in front of it, to prevent noise from escaping. So in order to hear, you will have to use the default set of earpiece and a little device, connected by Bluetooth to a large dark, jukebox-like machine found inside the booth.

Then, the walls encasing the booth are lined and covered with padded mattress foams. And with a single dangling lightbulb, the only thing left is a microphone stand holding, of course, a microphone.

"How were you guys able to get this?" Summer said.

With that, I gave myself a mental facepalm because I realized that this was Summer's first year in the school.

Huh, I'm going to have to explain myself don't I–

Before I could finish my thoughts, Chriss answered the question.

"Well, it depends, but mostly a lot of hustling, grinding and saving. Also because Zach, being my [redacted], said I could decorate the place if we got it." Chriss said with a grin, that felt like he was giving himself a metaphorical pat on the back.

"Well, that still doesn't really cover this, I mean the expenses for this must have been high and I'm sure that the sc–"

"Alright, I think this is a question for later, how about I give you guys a performance and we call it game?" I said, trying to get a fast end to the conversation.

"Ok, ok, but there are still a lot of unturned stones, though, but I'll drop it for now." Summer said, crossing her hands.

"Unturned stones???"

Of course, this warrants a middle finger from her.

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