The Older We Get

Chapter 70

                "Hey buddy!" I spot an Asian right away, the only person in this room, with somewhat short black hair under a backwards cap address Logan with extra enthusiasm on his seat that's in front of the much advertised table full of different panels, buttons, dials, oh my gosh, it really is a recording studio!

This has to be the darkest room in the entire school given there's no sign of white anywhere, or sunlight. Just the basic eased back situation that people usually see in television or other places with soft lighting and groovy posters on the walls.

Sh1t.

3 steps in and I'm already greeted by chords on the floor, comfortable settlements of a few book bags, notebooks, ipods, pens, equipment, and that structure of laptops hooked into the system with speakers adjusted into the walls right above the large glass window to peer through in order to get a glimpse at a sizable area for artists to sing through any selection of microphones, a table and some couches inside while I notice guitar and violin cases left in the corner with tags that most likely hold the owner's name on them.

This whole place, including both rooms, it's like a lounge almost.

Vending machines, a bar behind me, a bathroom, a TV area.

This is unbelievable.

"When'd ya get in, bro. I woulda come get you." The ever so slightly chubby and more than likely 5'8" classmate in baggy jeans and plain black top with an ivory hoody over it walks closer in his soundless sneakers to give Logan a bro-hug while I just sit her waiting to be introduced, staring at everything I can get my eyes on in this chic as$ lookin' room.

Whoo.

Oh wow, that's a nice chess set.

"I didn't know if you were back yet. It doesn't matter."

"I just got in yesterday. This assignment is shriveling up my as$hole man, I hate it." A smile goes over my mouth even though I'm not looking at either of them. This guy's voice sure is clear. "I mean what the heIl do poems and literature have to do with passing my course?" He uses a set of stapled papers to gesture at himself while complaining. "I just wanna know, I just wanna know, what the heIl do I care about John Keats? He doesn't belong in the same room with Skrillex. Fvck, imagine that in smoothie form. Nobody wants to drink that cuz it'd make you sick, and then imagine the sh1t you got next? You know what I mean?"

"Tch-ha." I draw attention to myself, not cuz he's right, but because he's just a little funny how after 3 seconds of hello's he's going on and on. I bet Chandler would have a blast with this guy.

"Right? She gets me. She knows I don't lie."

"She knows now that you're a victim of some undiscovered syndrome. You know if you want to pass this assignment you're going to need a different outlook."

"I'm working on my acting skills, I figure if I can bullsh1t this then I'll be fvcking an A+ the night after."

"Good man." Logan pats his friends shoulder when he nods and goes back to doing his own thing. "I'm sure that's a wet dream for you."

"You know it man." He waits. "Oh fvck you, that's racist."

"I wasn't the one who portrayed you as getting excited over an A+."