𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘷𝘥 ☾ jim morrison

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⋆𓆩♱𓆪 ༒︎ 𓆩𝄞𓆪 ༒︎ 𓆩♱𓆪⋆

He wouldn't leave my mind, crowding and taking up space in my head that i could've used on something useful, i guess not

I slipped under my blanket, resting my busy mind on the silk pillow, staring up at the moon through my window, shining down onto my bed.

Who was he? As i laid there, surrounded by pillows and blankets, i scolded myself for not talking to that strange man that i met earlier at the gas station. It was a missed opportunity, and a great one at that. I dont think I'll find anyone as intriguing as i found him.

I tilted my head to get a better view of the clock on my bedside table.

3:17am, shit.

I'd forgotten than i was called into work tomorrow, or more so, today. My boss was making a big fuss about a new band that's been signed, and how they're coming to the studio to start recording their 1st album. 

God i hope it's not another try-hard, misogynistic group of men in their late 20s trying to play "real music".

Soft whispers of the morning breeze floated around my gloomy bedroom, eyes opening and eventually sitting up with a huff.

My fingers wrapped around the hand-stitched, lacey curtains, opening them in a swift movement. I let out an audible sigh as i took a good look at the state of my wreaked, 1 bedroom home. I best do those damn dishes once i get home.

As long as i had a roof over my head and money for cigarettes, i wasn't complaining. I picked up a couple clothing items off of my bedroom floor and somehow pulled together a presentable outfit.

I stepped out the door with my bell bottoms and overly-flowy top, opening the silver cigarette case and placing a Marlboro Red in between my lips. 

It was convenient for my house to be in a walking radius of the studio, that was probably the only plus-side of living there.

"Mornin' Donna" I say, letting the sliding door shut behind me, my brown leather cowboy boots stepping into the lobby, a trail of smoke from my cigarette trailing behind me.

I walk down the lengthy hallway, pressing my ear against the door that read STUDIO 7, listening in if there was anyone in there.

Once i was sure i heard no voices, i turned the handle and switched on the light, the wooden walls lighting up with a brown hue, the gorgeous brown mixer that stretched out from one side of the studio to the other lighting up.

I must say, apart from the self-titled assholes that come in and out of this building, it wasn't such a bad job. Of course if it meant me falling in love with music all over again.

It was pretty early so i threw my bag on a chair and walked across the hallway to the kitchen.

"Perla! Aren't you excited?" My coworker, Helen, practically yells. I jump, almost spilling the fresh cup of coffee i had just made.

"Excited?" I question, trying to brush off that i had almost let out a scream from the sudden noise.

"You're going to be working with that new band that's coming in, i heard they're real good" Helen says, eyebrows raising every once and awhile while she talks, picking at her stale-looking muffin.

"I'll save my judgement for when i hear them, dont want to get your hopes up" I put on a smile, it was way too early for this bullshit.

I walked out of the kitchen, heading towards the studio door, hearing a familiar voice from the lobby. God i cannot keep going to bed at 3am, i'm starting to hear that strange man's voice again.

I open the studio door, only to be met with my boss, Jac Holzman, sitting at the mixer.

"Ah! There you are Perla!" He speaks, leaning back in his chair to peek through the gap in the door, seeing who was in the lobby, making a ruckus.

"That'll be them, turn on those speakers for me, I'll be back" He says, up in a hurry as he sped walked down the hallway, the muffled voices from the lobby greeting each other. 

A few moments go by and the door swings open, a sea of chatter coming from everyone. I finish switching on the last speaker, leaning back up as i'm met with that angel of a man that my eyes had laid on last night.

"Why hello, again."

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