Songwriter ❥ PRETTYMUCH

30 | Fear

- C H A P T E R  T H I R T Y  -
FEAR
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]

Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid was blasting through my white earphones as I enter Sony's headquarters to start the day. Summer was already showing off in the morning and all though i totally love summer, there were tok much blinding sunlight shining onto my head. I walk through the slide doors and bop my head along the music, seeing the receptionist already smiling at me. "Goodmorning, Youssra." I greet, pulling one earbud out of my ear and smile.

"Goodmorning, Michelle. Oh!" She says and digs into her computer, clicking away a few stuff. I walk over to the counter she was sitting behind and wait patiently for her to speak. "Brandon Arreaga wanted to see you." She informed me and I nod.

"Thank you." I politely say and I changed my route from my office to the dance studio. I walk up to the elevator and press on the right floor number, my cup of coffee in my right hand and my phone in my left hand. I take a sip of it, letting the warm liquid slide down my body as put back my earbud in my ear.

The door slide close, but reopened as a hand stuck in between them. I quickly look up and just for my dearly luck, it was Mitch who revealed themselves. "Oh man, almost missed it." He breathes out, entering himself. "Goodmorning."

He shoves his probably cold hands back in his pockets of the grey Colbert he was wearing. Around his shoulder hangs a bag full of paperwork and his laptop. "Morning." I reply, pulling the earbud out of my ear again.

"Where you heading to?" He asks and I turn to him, looking confused. "The buttons say floor three, that's not where your office is right?"

"I'm heading towards the dancestudio, Brandon wanted to see me." I tell him and he nods.

"I wanted to ask you something," He starts off as the doors now slide close and we start moving upwards. "Are you still down for the dinner? I mean, you haven't really mentioned it since the last time you headed to the recordingstudio."

"Oh, my bad. I'm so sorry, I totally forgot." I say, acting all shook and stuff because in reality, how good free food finna be taste or hear, I actually didn't want to take his offer.

"It's okay." He slightly chuckles. "You're down for tonight? I heard we all get released at two o'clock since we stayed here 'till past midnight last Tuesday." Great, absolutely to the mother frigging great. He looked at me, full of hope and confidence, waiting for a reply.

The doors then slide open, followed by a 'ding' making us arrive at the third floor. "Oh, I need to get out." I say and leaves his side to step out of the elevator. "But just text me or-no! I mean, e-mail me the details and where we going alright?"

"I'll make the reservation as soon as I enter my office, see you later!" What. He waves before the door slides shut again, making me have no time to answer to whatever that was. Now, this means that I agreed on going out to dinner with him, stupid me.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I mumble to myself, almost crushing the cup of coffee in my hand. I walk through the hallway and follow the sound of Would You Mind blasting through the speakers.

"I lived, bishes!" I scream over the loud music as I enter the dance studio, closing the door behind me. The boys were doing their dance routine to the song, but once they saw me they immediately stopped.

"Dang it! This is the second time!" Edwin screams and I hold up my hand in defend. The boys all head towards the table where their bottles of water were standing, grabbing them with a quick move.

"I'm sorry, I didn't knew you guys were already dancing so intense in the mornings." I apologize.

"We just got started though, it's fine." Austin says, being a little bit out of breath and I take a seat on the chair right besides the speakers. He turns down the volume so we were able to hear each other's again.