The MC was a place where I took all my instruments to keep them safe since my step father hated music..it's like him and my mother were complete opposites I don't know what she sees in him. Anyway MC stood for Music Corridors I have no idea how I came up with the name that I did for it but I did. The MC was actually an old rundown warehouse. I only come here when I needed some real healing and now was definitely a good time.
"Hey"
It was the guy
"What are you doing here why'd you follow me are you some kind of stalker too jeez"
"I said I'm sorry what more do you want me to say if you're really that mad SUE ME"
"Ok"
"Wow that was easy"
"You're su-"
Thats when everything went black
