AfterHours || a Sammy Lawrence Fanfic

Chapter 5: Flowing notes

Quick notice:

when trying to publish this chapter, someone hacked my docs and my chapters got very unorganized, and some things were deleted. i apologize if some things are missing i promise to fix them in the future!!! :3

Now lets get into this chapter! (also apologize this is so short >:)) i hope you cry during these next few chapters because i promise theyll be sad... /j)

Flowing Notes

The day started like your usual work day. Get up, get ready, catch the bus. Sammy had agreed to stop taking you, in case others assumed something more between you both.

You walked into the doors of the band room and sat down waiting for the rest of your crew to show, your base leaning against your legs. You heard the sound of the clicking check in box, signifying work was soon to start.

My Lawrence had appeared to be late. Which was obviously unlike him.

"Anyone seen Sammy?" You asked around. Mostly everyone shook their heads.

"He called out today, said he has some maintenance to do, down by Mr. Piedmont." Norman called down. You stuck up your nose in confusion. Maintenance? For what? He hasn't worked there before, let alone wanted to work there. You brushed it off as maybe he was too tired to boss around his coworkers.

The band continued on as usual, no need for Sammy, afterall you all knew what you were doing. Or, you did at least. You knew what Sammy wanted, and we're ok with being his sort of substitute for the day.

Suddenly the loud speaker went off. You knew somebody was in trouble whenever that Mr. Drew had something to say.

"Ms. Y/N L/N, please report to Mr. Drew's office." You? But you haven't done anything. But you obeyed, taking the elevator down, and walking through the maze-like halls into his office.

Joey sat menacingly in his chair, as you closed the door behind you. You gulped as you replayed the thought of being fired over and over in your mind.

"Take a seat Y/N." Joey said, in his seemingly cheerful, but angry voice. You shakingly took a seat in front of him.

"You're acquaintanced with Mr. Lawrence I assume Ms. Y/N?" You nodded your head, a bit shaken by him. It wasnt the voice, or his stern manner, but it was just the aura that surrounded him. The negativeness radiating off of him is what you didnt like.

"Well you know the conditions this company is under right now right." Mr. Drew said, while smoking with one hand, and handing you a newspaper with the other.

"We're being sued again."

Again? You thought. You sat the paper back down onto his desk. You read one of the headlines, surprisingly it was Sammy who made the front page. Of course, he was defending Joey Drew, and this studio. You wished you could roll your eyes but you didnt want to upset the man sitting in front of you.

"And what does this have to do with me?" You gulped, leaning back in your chair.

"Mr. Lawrence isnt getting the job done quick enough. I need you to take his place temporarily."

Your eyebrows raised. "Getting the job done? He loves this job."

"Do not argue with me Y/N, were running a business. That could do with, or without you just fine."

You gulped yet again. Damn this Joey Drew. You knew Sammy, you knew he wouldnt just become overworked and take a vacation deeper into his work to escape from his responsibilities.

Leaving his office, without an argument won, you took the elevator back up to the music department. You knew you would get fired if you had argued.

The door to the bandroom had opened up again, the band turned to look in your direction.

You cleared your throat, "Back to work."

And that's how the day continued. It was difficult having to practically run the department, but you got used to the horrendous work after the first week.

You were ever so lucky to produce the music for the next 2 weeks for the newest bedny cartoons. Sadly, you had not wished for this job, and you hadn't known how hard it truly was. Not only writing the music, but running the whole department alone.

Your fingers were bleeding, tuning, playing, and writing everything you possibly could.

The music wasnt half as good as Sammy's classical designing. You mind was constantly rambling everyday, shuffling like feet through a hallway, like wheels on a road.

Your head began to ache.

As the day was coming to an end, you felt a hand on your shoulder to pull you up from your work. The face of Norman had stood above you.

"Oh- hey Norman! Need somethin'?" You smiled, as you continued to tidy up the band room, getting ready to leave.

"Hey, are you doing alright?" Norman frowned, "I know we truly have not had a break in a while but even i don't overwork myself this much."

You froze for a moment, "I'm fine." You paused, "It's just not easy, not being able to see Sammy, and not being able to easily take his job as you may expect."

Norman's face curved into a deeper frown. "He'll be back, but just- don't overwork yourself."

You smiled, gently nodding your head. That was all Norman intended to explain, and he carelessly walked out, and you heard the clicking of the 'clock out' machine.

Your mind began to wonder, as you continued cleaning the room as it was harder for you to work with the mess that had been created. What if Sammy had not come back? You would have to continue this horrible job, you couldn't wait until he had come back.

You sighed, and continued to clean furthermore, picking up the music sheets from todays band performance, and gently stacking them in your arms.

A creak in the wood hallways, followed by damp footsteps forced your eyes away from your work.

"Hello?" Your voice echoed, "Norman-? Is that you?"

The damp footprints sped up down the hallway, as if they were afraid. Your footprints stomping on the floor as you swifted past the door to the bandroom, the black painted footsteps into the office, and a shadowy monster shimmied into the doorway.

You scurried after it, seeming to think it may have been a reporter, or some one who has broken into the studio for some type of evidence for anything. Anything, was the only option you could think of.

"Hey! Who- whoever's in here better show up now! I-I mean it!"

You screamed, as you stood in the doorway, slightly shaken. The office looked almost empty, but you could see the shadowed figure in the corner. Your eyes widened and you felt like crying almost.

His grace slipped out of the shadows and into the only light that had been bleeding through the window to His office.

"Sammy?" You gasped.