The woman at the desk handed me a board with what looked like today's schedule. I smiled and simply said
"Thank You"
In a bit of an over excited tone, but hey that was me and she was going to have to see me everyday for the next two weeks.
As i walked towards the elevator i read the list, first up Studio 9B6 for an introduction to the studio. I guess it was going to be like a tour or something, like those boring as hell first days at school where everyone brings way too much food because they don't know how long lunch will be.
As I hopped in the elevator i realised suddenly how many floors there were.
13
13 floors?
I hadn't really payed attention to the height of the building till now I mean in LA there are a lot of buildings, taller than this. 13 though, 13? I'm a sucker for superstition and 13 is almost definitely unlucky. Next thing you know I'll walk under a ladder on the 9th floor.
I shiver but continue my adventure and press the button taking me to the 9th floor. Up and Up and up until the doors opened. I stepped out and looked around seeing three doors, three rooms. I step into the one that has the letter 'B' underneath. I just wonder what the 6 was for, I brush it aside.
As I walk in I see 5 people. A guy that looks like he knows what he's doing at the desk, A kind of asian looking guy by the microphone as well as 3 other dudes. They were all singing a weird catchy chorus. I loved it.
Once they finished the recording and the desk guy noticed my presence all the boys came into the room. The guy, Troye Sivan, who I was expecting to meet today was no where in sight. I loved Troye, he was an amazing YouTuber who I wasted way too much of my time watching.
I sat on the couch conveniently placed near the door so I barely had to move. The Asian looking one sat next to the desk guy. One of the other guys with pink hair sat next to me and the other side of me was a smiley looking, curly haired boy. The longer legged of the four just sat on the floor, despite there being space on the couch.
"Boys, sorry to spring this on you but this is Candy. She'll be with us for the next two weeks."
"Hi." Was all I could get out before desk guy spoke up again.
"I'm John Feldmann but most people just call me Feldy, at least these guys do." He smiled. "Lads introduce yourself."
"I'm Luke Hemmings, erm I guess I play guitar with Michael and sing a bit. Sort of. I dunno. I kinda suck." Spoke the long legged, lip pierced one.
"Well I'm Michael and I have pink hair." One said.
"Im Ashton and I play the drums..."
"And giggle a lot!" The one that looked asian interrupted, but it was clear now that he wasn't because just like the others he sounded Australian. "Oh right I'm Calum and I play the bass guitar." He chuckled and smiled, his cheeks sticking out as he did.
"Erm okay well I'm Candy and I love music more than I love my own Dad." As I said the sentence i realised how true it was, it wasn't meant to be mean and I do honestly love my Dad but if i had to chose between the two - music would always come first.
Michael just stood up and walked out of the studio, obviously not interested enough to stay with us anymore. His smile had disappeared and his pink hair no longer resembled the expression on his face.
"So Candy, lets go get some food." Luke said and I was happy to take up the offer. The studio was dark and was making me feel tired. As he stood up and offered me a hand up (i took it) we walked out of the studio. And into the elevator. And Michael was no where in sight.
I had to admit, his candy floss hair intrigued me.
Authors Note;
Sorry this was awful but here they are, yay!
The story will progress a bit more i swear and it definitely gets better ☺️
OMG THOUGH MICHAEL AND CALUM AND THE PYRO AND I JUST WANTED TO CRY🔥
Atleast theyre okay now though 😌
Love you Sugarpuffs 🍬
