Code Blue (Revised)

Chapter 1: A start of a beginning

"Find someone who can truly open her heart in spite she will get hurt." That was the last piece of advice I heard from my mom as I am about to ride the spacecraft to venture the outer space. What a weird goodbye it was. To be honest, I never thought living in space could be possible for me but here I am flying away outside the atmosphere of the earth. The pressure bearing in my chest comes not because of the speed of the craft but because of the undeniable vastness of the earth against the colossal galaxy I'm about to experience.

So... it had come to this, Jake Amyt will be working as a sessionist in the well-known-because-its-in-space Bumfuzzled, I also never thought it was a real saying. Who am I to complain, as a drummer I'm grateful as it is that I have the opportunity to work as a musician. It's really good that I became friends with Trent Kargyle, born in a wealthy family with wealthy siblings, and an even wealthier business. "Wanna come to Bumfuzzled?" he says and just like that, a job landed to me like sudden rain. Knowing Trent he doesn't want us to go there and have a cup of coffee but I know he wants me to play with his band. I still try to wrap my head to the situation: I am going to Bumfuzzled to play music Friday nights and Saturday nights and I'm staying at my own place at Hrehm; Trent is such a rich bastard.

The Earth seems to fall as if it fell from a tall place or like a huge ball thrown into a dark room. It went so fast that I couldn't catch my breath from the thrilling roar of the spacecraft's engine jumping towards what seems to be a distant star amidst multitudes more. I look over to Trent and was stunned to see not only that he isn't tensed up from the fast pace of the ride but that he is at his phone looking at Spacebook (because what else would you call it?) looking at his feed while I'm ready to give in soiling the pants I just bought for the trip. "How are you hanging?" he said nonchalantly, "I'm dying." I jokingly said yet I kinda meant. "Hey, It's hard to find a drummer, especially a good one so don't say that." He always has a feisty look when I said something like that, a chilling look like your getting robbed. After ten minutes of an exhilarating drive, What seems to be a distant star looks to be a city, floating in space. My jaw drops down in consternation at the look of the city. This is it, Hrehm, I can't believe it was this beautiful, I've seen pictures and videos about this place yet it really is good to see something with your own eyes.

Buildings feel like molded out of clay because of how fascinating they look, even the faintest towers of light look like stars in the distance. The streets lit up like Christmas lights in my eyes, I can't get over how lively the whole sight can be. "Hey, Jake what are you looking at?" He said hastily as he gets out of the spacecraft with his bags. I got surprised that we landed so quickly, I still wanted to look over my window. I stand, as I take a step, my legs felt weak then I crash into the floor shamefully, spilling the little amount of soda I had been sipping while sightseeing. "Nice one Jake, good to see you're still doing slapstick." Trent looked at me as if watching epic fails in StarTube."Nice one, are you done? Could you at least help me with this?" I aggravatingly replied as I pick up my luggage. "Fine." With a huge sigh, he responded. "I didn't expect you to not know the effects of the pull. This city has an artificial gravitational pull that can feel a little awkward at first." Trent explained. "It's a good thing you didn't say that to me earlier or you would not have seen my comedic genius at work." I confidently say as I touch the bruise on my forehead. "Oh so now you can joke around?" Sarcastically he said, lifting the baggage I still got left in the spacecraft. "Yeah whatever." I simply replied