Lance McClain woke to his alarm blaring by his head. Groaning, he groggily twisted over and tapped the blaring box to make the noise stop. Great. Another lousy day of rehearsals that will lead nowhere.
The newly made silence was soon disturbed by a yapping progressively getting louder. Oh fantastic. The dog's awake. Now I really do have to get up.
He drowsily kicked his blanket off his body and swung his legs over the bed. Wobbling slightly, he absent mindedly walked over the his door and threw it open, forgetting about the beast that stood behind it.
Lance stared down to his dog that simply looked back with sad eyes. The small Yorkshire Terrier was too cute to be stayed mad at.
Sighing, Lance ducked down and swept his little demon off her feet.
"Good Morning Princess! I guess you're hungry then?"
She looked at her lanky owner and joy filled her eyes. She always got what she wanted, and today Princess wanted roast chicken flavoured meat.
Hopping out his arms, she scuttled over to the place where her food was kept and knocked her food out the cupboard.
Lance chuckled at her and opened the packet of food. He was hit with the terrible smell of dog meat, flinching as he tipped it into her bowl.
Princess made a noise of contentment once her face met the food. Lance then turned around and began his breakfast.
Truth was, Lance was a truly awful cook. He could only just throw bread and cheese together to make a 'socially acceptable' sandwich. However, although he was a bad cook, his best friend Hunk was a brilliant one. Lance's fridge was usually packed full of home - baked treats that Hunk had made for him. If Lance didn't have Hunk, he would have been dead years ago.
He pulled out a small, 3 day old, container that was half filled with a few soggy pancakes from another breakfast. Shrugging, Lance opened the container and inhaled it's sweet scent. Cold or hot, these were gonna be delicious!
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Hood up, walking over the wet pavement, Lance was on his way to the studio to begin practice. This was the worst part of being in a band for him.
Why practice if I already get my songs perfect? He thinks to himself as he steps onto the overcrowded train.
The train ride was always an excuse to escape from reality. Simply slipping his earphones in, Lance was taken into a completely different setting.
Quiet jazz music seeped through his eardrums and carried on through his body. Tapping his fingers, he began to hum the tune he knew so well.
It was the first song he ever wrote and composed with his group. It went viral a few days after they released it onto youtube and loads if people download it on iTunes. That was their first big break. Really, it was their only big break.
Triple Trouble was a mildly famous band, and were called 'Top Selling Artists' in 2016. It was a high achievement for them, seeing as nobody knew them in 2014.
The train screeched to a halt and Lance found himself stumbling blindly off the platform; the route to the studio had been mapped in his body for a few years now, his feet knew the way better than his head did. Cars sped past him as he kept listening to the simple notes of his old songs, each one telling a different story.
Taking out the earphones, he focused on his surroundings and discovered he was at the studio. Two grand double doors stood before him, laced in a golden paint that had been there for years. The building itself was very old, but from the street, painted in a soft velvet red, it looked royal and new. It was 3 stories high and had an elegant sign placed on the second story, between two windows.
Voltron Music Studios : Since 1946
"Work, sweet work", Lance mumbled as he pushed on the doors and walked in.
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Authors Note
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hi? I hope this is okay seeing as it's my 1st fic and stuff...
I promise things will start to move quicker soon, but I think it's better to introduce the characters to begin with. Princess is based on my pupper, Elsa, and if ya don't know what a Toy Yorkshire Terrier looks like
AAaaannyywaayyyy stay cool me dudes, will update soon 👌👌👌
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