I open up the laptop. Strangely, I somehow know how to use all the programs and tech already. I turn on the noise cancellation and put on my work playlist, starting with "Daylight". (The taylor swift one)
"Friday, could you please pull up a holographic image of a Yamaha acoustic guitar? 3d, please." She pulls it up and I move it to the table space next to the laptop. Starting with the outer structure, the body, I carefully layer ice in the exact shape, thickness, and texture of the wood. This takes about 15 minutes, with the songs "I Can See You", "Bourgeoisieses", "Little League", "...Ready For It?", and "Hayloft II". I then go for the neck, which takes me about half an hour. Songs "Campus", "I'm a Believer", "Bejeweled", "Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land", "Mastermind", "Ilomilo", "Dark Paradise", "Freaks", "Snow On The Beach (ft. more Lana del Rey)", and "Make Your Own Kind Of Music".
"Hey kid," Tony says, making me jump, "what do you got going there?"
"Oh," I say, "you scared me. I'm working on an acoustic guitar replica made of ice. I'm replicating the details as exact as I can. If I do it right, by the sound, you wouldn't be able to tell it's not real. I'm then going to practice making it faster and faster, so I'll be able to have a guitar anywhere I go."
"Impressive," he says, "can I?" He gestures to the half made ice model.
"Yeah," I say, "but it's super cold. Sub zero."
He touches the body gently at first to make sure he won't get flash-freeze burned, and then picks it up. "Wow," he breathes, "it feels real." He carefully puts it back in suspension, being careful not to drop it. "That's really amazing."
"Thanks," I say, "maybe you can play it when I'm done making it."
"That'd be cool," he says, "I think Steve is awake and making breakfast on the 7th floor if you want to go down there. I'm going to finish up the helmet and then I'll be down there too."
"Thanks," I say, "I'll see you later." I change the guitar's temperature to -75 Fahrenheit before walking out the door.
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