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"Welcome to *insert creative recording studio name here*, how may I help you?" I said to a group of boys standing around the round receptionist table.
"Uh yeah, hi. We have a studio booked today." One boy said.
The boy had brown curly hair and dreamy brown eyes.
"Oh okay, artist or band name?" I asked while typing into the computer in front of me.
"Uh, the vamps." He smiled.
I typed the band name into the computer and the studio room number turned up. I told them the room number and gave them the room key.
"Thanks." He said with a flirty wink.
The walked down the hallway and I continued to work on the computer doing the stereotypical receptionist stuff.
The phone rang and I answered.
"Front desk, how may I help you?"
"Hi this is the vamps in room, 347. Can we get some assistance with the recording equipment?" The person on the other side of the phone asked.
"Of course. Ill be right up." I put the sign of "will be back in 10 minutes" sign on the desk and made my way to the lift.
"Can you help us? I'm not sure which one is for sound." The curly haired one asked.
I showed them which one was for sound and what each meant.
They all thanked me and then I made my way out the door.
"Also, would you boys like something to drink?" I asked.
They all agreed before the curly one offered to help me. We walked down the hallway and made the drinks before he spoke.
"I'm Brad." He said.
"Y/N." I said as I made coffee.
"Well Y/N, I was wondering If I could have your number." He winked.
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