May 3rd, 2016.
"Drew!" Melisa shouted. I looked up and there she was staring me down.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Sorry? That's it? I've been trying to get your attention this whole time. Dave tell him to pull it together!"
Dave lifted his head off of the table he was sleeping on and looked at us both, dazed and lost.
"You're both slacking off!?" She screamed.
Dave shrugged and put his head down.
"Dave!" Melisa snapped. Dave sat up and pulled out his phone and started typing on it. He turned the screen towards us.
"Its rude to wake the sleeping" it said.
"Do you have some kind of death wish?"
"No, but you're too loud."
"This is a music studio, not a library!"
"Well were not doing anything so, nap time."
"Drew, help me out here." She looked at me for help, sadly I had nothing to offer.
"Nope sorry." I said, "besides he's right. We're just waiting anyways."
"Yeah, waiting for the new recruits to arrive.", she lectured, " so get your asses up."
"Nah."
"Excuse me. I'm looking for studio room B."
I nearly fell apart right there as I looked at the girl in front of me.
"Down the hall and to the left." Melisa instructed her.
"Thanks." The girl smiled and carried her cello case with her.
YOU ARE READING
September met January on a rainy day in May.
أدب المراهقينDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
