The Freelancer

Chapter 2 - changes

Monday. A day most people dread and dislike. But you got lucky enough to have a job that got you excited every morning. Every day was a new chance of improving or joining another cool project. Maybe meeting new people, all artists, one more eccentric than the other. Each with tastes and styles that vary. And it was just a new adventure every day. And you loved it all. Every day you'd unintentionally take it for granted, but sometimes you'd remember to show thankfulness. And you'd go on a good action spree for a whole day. Maybe give donations to people in need, give away old art supplies to public schools, bring a homeless person a cup of coffee or lunch, separate fractions of your earnings to give them to close relatives, etc. Yes you're a good person like that whenever you wanna show that you're not greedy and you don't keep everything you have for yourself.

It's about 8am. Your agency asks you to be there at least by 10am so you can get as much done as possible since there's always a lot of work to be done. It was the beginning of spring, so the temperature was relatively warm with cold breezes here and there. Perfect neutral weather. You wake up, shower, get dressed, do your hair, maybe put some light makeup on, and head downstairs to help on getting breakfast ready.

Austin was already getting through half of the cooking, since boys take less time than girls to get ready apparently.

You just helped lay the table and washed some filthy dishes from last night while he took care of the meal. He's a naturally talented cook. He can put anything together and make a restaurant worthy plate. You were average. Nothing out of the ordinary. While Angie on the other hand has a hard time making a sandwich. She doesn't enjoy cooking as much.

You realize the ambient is eerily quiet, since you're all used to playing music in the background 24/7. And the speakers were off. You swiftly move over to them and plug in your phone. Then pull up your secret weapon of a playlist and let all of the songs freely play on shuffle. On your phone, you keep all kinds of songs and genres. From reggae to nu metal. From rap and trap to lofi hip hop. From vaporwave to alternative indie songs. From classic rock to death metal. Even some in spanish. The possibilities are endless. And the good thing is that the three of you enjoy whatever music any of you play.

But, since it's still a little early in the morning, maybe death metal wouldn't be the best idea for both the neighbors and your lazy mood (even tho metal is perfect for any time). So you pick your lofi hip hop playlist. (Video above.)

The music starts playing and you instantly feel in bliss. You feel like you're part of a movie or an aesthetically pleasing Instagram edit. You hum to the familiar tune, your vocal folds recreating the sound you know so well perfectly, since you've played this track so many times already. You just don't get tired of it. You don't know if you could say the same thing about your room mates, but you'd still play it even if they told you to stop.

"So. How did you sleep, lazy ass?" Asks Austin while keeping his eyes on the meal. You reply "It was alright. Nothing different. I slept so hard I didn't even dream anything." "I was actually able to hear you snoring. You had woken me up" "Mhm sure, Bob" you sarcastically agree and sprinkle some water at him with flicks of your fingers. "Oi quit that before you make me get revenge" he warns with an egg in his hand. You chuckle and finish up with the dirty dishes. Right after, a really sleepy Angie appears, going sloppily down the stairs rubbing her eyes and yawning. You wonder how she managed to get dressed in that state. Poor thing. She's not a morning person either. You're not exactly one to judge her though. None of you really enjoyed getting out of bed, but Angie seemed to have it worst. She just couldn't be at her 100% in the mornings.

"Mornin' you guys" she greets with a wide close eyed smile. You and Austin smile at her "Good morning Angie". "Hod did you sleep? Good?" Austin asks. "Meh... nothin' special... like every other night I guess. You?" "Not any different either. Y/n seems like the only one who had a deep sleep.". You agree with a cheery nod and a bright smile "You're not wrong. I did sleep hard. I slept so hard I got tired from sleeping so much and could have gone right back to sleep.". "Relatable" Both Austin and Angie chant at the same time.