Love And Music

GET OUT!

"Ali, get the fuck down here!" My mother bitterly screamed.

I stopped my music to see what Lyin wanted. Oh, how I just love getting yelled at, at five in the morning!

"Yes mother?" I asked hopping down the stairs.

"I'm sick, of your music, attitude, style, and YOU! Get OUT!" She yelled at me.

I went back to my room to pack. I'm twenty two, so I can get an apartment. I have three thousand dollars saved up, so yeah. But, if I went to a relative's house, I could pay rent and help around the house. I packed my thinks in one suitcase and picked up my acoustic guitar case. I grabbed my phone and its charger. I slipped on my shoes and walked out the door.
I got to a motel and called my older sister, Claire.

"Hey," my sister's voice chirped.

"Hey, do you still live in Ohio?" I asked running my fingers through my hair.

"I do, why?"

"Can I come stay with you?"

"Of course, you can meet Seth too!"

"Okay, that's great. Love ya."

"Love ya more."

I hung up and took a shower. Then went to the airport. I didn't want to go back to the motel and come back in the morning, so I stayed at the airport. I sat in my seat, and waited for the ride to be over. We arrived in Cincinnati and I was greeted by my purple haired sister.

"Ali!" She squealed.

"Claire!"

During the two hour long car ride, we went shopping for more clothes for me. I left most of them at mother's house.

"Oh, you need to meet Seth!" Claire squealed parking the car.

"Whoa, is this guy the owner of something?" I looked at the huge house before me.

"Um, yeah. He owns a recording studio."

"Cool!" I said. "Do you think I could get a job there?"

"If you can still work with all the technology, he needs new people."

We walked through the front door and the house was bigger than I thought.

"We got your room set up. Third room to the right." Claire pointed up the stairs.

I walked into the room. It was huge! The walls were black, with blood red music notes, and there was a king size bed with navy blue covers. The pillows and frame were black.

"Ali!" Claire called.

I set my bags and guitar down and walked down to the living room.

"Ali, this is Seth. Seth, this is Ali." She introduced us.

"I hear you're good with music?" He asked me.

"Yes, I have a masters degree in music and media." I shook his hand.

"Well, I have an application in my office. I'll go get it."

"Thank you."

"Oh my god!" Claire said hugging me.

"Can't, breath." I gasped.

"Here ya go!" Seth handed me a pen and some papers.

I went to the kitchen with my phone and headphones. I filled the papers while music blasted through the buds. I didn't know anyone was listening, so I sang Sorrow by flyleaf, quietly.