Bruno's POV
I step out of the car and head for the front door of the studio.
"Good morning Bruno!" One of the secretaries says as she looks at me, typing away on her keyboard. "You have your usual recording room. Phil and Ari are already there. Adrian is waiting on you."
"Thank you." I smile at them and take the elevator up two floors; just down the hall is the room. As usual Adrian is already up to his second cup of iced coffee in the middle of November but, who am I to judge; the man can do what he wants.
"Bruno." Adrian says as he straightens his suit to stand up from his seat by the coffee table. "You we're supposed to on time, after the little vacation I gave you and the whole band."
"Yeah, but I made it didn't I?" I glance at my watch, "It's nine o'clock right," I pause until the short hand touches the nine and my Rolex sounds. It's usual tone rings as Phil's does the same. "Now." He chuckles but Adrian is not as amused. I smile and take a sip of my coffee.
"He does have a point," Phil starts looking over at Adrian who still hasen't said a word.
"Just get to work." Adrian says as he heads for the door, mumbling something under his breath.
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Izzie's POV
I drag my the back of my hand across my forehead and walk over to the fan by the doorway that leads into the kitchen. After pulling the string, the fan jolts to life, blasting cool air into the room. I pop a squat on the tarp splayed across the freshly buffed tile floor.
"First coat, completed."
"Yup, until it's time for the next one." Devi says rolling on to her back. As she flings her long bangs out of her face.
She turns to me. "Now, who's bright idea was it to paint the dining room ourselves, again?" She lifts her head up.
"Guilty as charged." I breathe, blowing strands of my hair out of my face.
"You're damn right you're guilty; we could have had people doing this for us!"
"Yeah, but that costs money and you and I both know that we don't have it. Besides it's not that bad!" I laugh. "Alright so while the paint dries, let's think about where we're going to put everything. Like the display cabinets, the menus, the booths or tables..." We sit and make a list of furniture to purchase, it takes roughly an hour or so to get everything down along with a rough draft of how the place is going to be set up.
Twelve rolls around quicker that I thought it would. Now, the paint is almost dry. The two of us stand back and take in the milky light blue colored walls.
"I knew I would like it but I didn' think it would look this good." Devi exclaims.
"Yeah, it's a great color. It's not too girly or too boring, it fits the place. look over the room again, imagining what the space will look like when it's filled with furniture and customers. "You know," I glance over at Devi, "I can't wait until we open this place."
"Yeah, it's going to be great! Baking and selling sweets together like we always talked about in high school."
"Yeah, we made it; it's finally happening."
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Bruno's POV
My hands on the keys, I play a series of random chords. I listen to each set, trying to piece together an opening for a song. Phil sits on the couch, a pencil in hand. On the coffee table in front of his is a notebook open to a stark white page. He seems to be in a daze, trying to conjure ideas for lyrics. Ari sits at the table covered in buttons, knobs and tiny levers, messing around with different sounds.
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Nothing On You
أدب الهواةAfter two hit albums and touring the world twice, he has finally found her, the girl of his dreams; at a concert no less. She was a fan he met by chance. Two years later they are still together and everything is great but what will happen when his c...
