I sat in the foyer of some lavish Music Company fiddling with one of the (purposeful) rips in my jeans. Damn think wasn't what I had wanted to wear. I'd packed a nice pair of pants an a clean shirt just for today and the airlines had lost it. Lost everything except what I had carried on and thankfully my guitar. They said they'd find it for me but I'd needed things from it before then. I guessed it would have had to do as I stepped out into my first day in America. Hollywood to be exact. It was amazing. It look good at night but I had been to sleepy from the jet lag to really take in the sights. I'd carried my guitar down to the front of my hotel and called for a taxi before finally arriving at my location, which is where I sat once again fiddling with the rip in my jeans.
The manager, or 'big wig' as I had dubbed him, was running very very late and I wasn't all to impressed. Suddenly voice could be heard echoing around the foyer as a group of people around my age walked out, three blonde and two brunettes Mr. Big Wig trailing behind them.
"Thanks so much for taking that extra time." He said to them as he spotted me. I smiled, as I did with everyone and he hustled over extending a hand.
"Mr. Morgment. But you can call me Phil. Sorry about the wait, these guys just needed to go over a new song of their's for me."
I smiled and held up a hand in a sort of wave as he gestured to them, before shaking my head and turning back to Phil. "Oh it's not a problem, sometimes these things happen." He chuckled and said I should follow him before starting off in the direction he came. As I walked past the group the younger looking blonde caught my eye an smiled, a sort of apologetic smile whilst mouthing that he was sorry. I smiled back shaking me head before waving and continuing to follow Phil up to the elavator.
