I start to collect my belongings and head out as the final bell rung. I quickly start walking out of the institution that we call school. Once I stepped out of the school, the new summer breeze danced gently around me. I walked onto this campus this morning as an 8th grader, and now I'm leaving as a Freshman.
I start lightly jogging, before throwing my old black skateboard on the pavement. I skate, through the park, to get to my job at Starlight Records. No, I'm not a recording artist or anything, I'm just the intern. Yeah, I know that sounds awful, but it's not that bad. I get to hang out with celebrities, and by that I mean fetch them their lattes.
No, but actually I like working there, everyday I get to learn more about the studio equipment that I'll hopefully get to use one day. I walk into the building, clock in, and head up to the third floor.
After my silent elevator ride up, I get into recording studio 'C', the third studio on the right. I set my stuff down, in its usual corner. I walk up to my two bosses and they immediately hand me a clipboard with all my assignments for the day in it.
I look at the first item: Get six non fat lattes with whipped cream and caramel sprinkled on the top.
Okay, to the break room it is. I go all the way down the stairs to the break room. Of course, people made every type of coffee except for a latte.
I find the latte mix and make the coffee. As its pouring into the pot, I look over the other things I need to get done. Beep. The coffee machine made, indicating the coffee was finished. I poured it into six individual cups and top it off with cream and caramel.
I put them in those carrying containers and lug it up to Studio C. When I opened the door, there were four more guys than before. They all were sitting around with notepads and pencils. It looked like they were writing a new song or something like that. I go to the supply closet and grab a janitor's cart and head silently into the actual recording part of the studio, not where the lounge and technical area was.
I silently wash the glass and sweep/mop the floor. We must be having someone new or someone really important coming in tomorrow, since they want me to clean the recording booth. Finally finishing, I put the cart back and start making labels for some future demo tracks.
Soon enough, I halfway done, when I hear, "Bye Colleen. Have a goodnight, lock up when you're done."
"I will," I answer. Once I knew the were gone, I quickly sped up the pace, I finished 20 minutes later. I place all the empty demo tracks on the shelf. Now, let me ask you something. If you were alone and unsupervised in a recording booth, would you leave right away? Neither would I. I place a blank C.D. into the recorder and plug in my iPod.
I put the head phones on my ears and start to sing my heart out into the microphone. I like to do this when I'm alone at night. Which is almost every night. I love singing, but I don't think I'll ever get the guts to sing in front of people.
After singing my lungs out, I pack up all my stuff and grab my new C.D. I recorded and headed out for home. I clocked out and the lady at the front desk, typing on her keyboard yelled out, "Good night Colleen!"
"Goodnight Marlene! How is little Jimmy doing?" I ask her and approach the desk. Her little son, Jimmy recently broke his leg, while flipping on the trampoline. "He is doing really well. He keeps asking about you, if you know what I mean."
"Ooh. What does he say?" I ask, acting dumb.
"Is Colleen coming over? When can Colleen babysit?" she said mimicking her eight year old son. I laugh with her.
"Well, I don't think I'm busy this coming Friday. Maybe I could drop by."
"He'd like that."
"Okay, I better start home. See you later Marlene."
"Bye Colleen."
I walk out and start to skate home. I got home at nine o'clock to an empty house. My parents love to take date nights, almost every night. I walk into my room and pop into my new C.D. and just listen to myself, I pull out my improvement book and mark myself, when I need to be louder or softer, and such like that.
I soon walk out, and grab a quick piece of pizza, and my night continues of Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and Quotev. Of course filled with music in the back round as always.
