hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter twenty-two

London's rather boring. Mikey has work, so he disappears for four to five hours a day, whilst Rye and I spent the whole day looking for jobs. But there's nothing really close by that excites us.

I sighed and ran a hand down my face. It was currently 1:50pm, around the time Mikey leaves for work. I frowned.

"Hey, Mikey?" I called, standing up from the sofa. Rye followed my actions. The two of us trailed through the sitting room into the kitchen.

"Whats up?" Mikey asked. I had never seen Mikey in an actual uniform or outfit for work. He always wore casual clothes; a t-shirt and jeans.

"What do you actually work as?" I asked, sitting down opposite him. Mikey finished his cup of coffee.

"Me and my best mates, Brooklyn and Jack, are in a band. Well, making a band. We're looking for two new members." Mikey explained as he stood up and placed his mug in the sink.

"So where do you go? Is it like a studio?" I asked, eagerly standing up. Mikey squinted his eyes like he was suspicious of me.

"Yeah... why?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Can we come with you? We've got nothing else better to do, and I've always wanted to sing..." I mumbled. Rye came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I leaned into his side.

"Yeah, me too. I love to sing." He agreed with me. I looked up at him. Mikey looked between us and shrugged.

"I guess so. We don't really do much anyway, just learn songs to cover whilst we try find new members. Now lets get going, I don't want to be late." Mikey ordered, checking his watch. He picked up his keys and we followed him through the house and down the stairs.

"Shotgun!" I yelled, racing towards the car. I heard Rye groan behind me and I laughed, opening the passenger seat. I hopped inside and pulled my seatbelt across my body. Mikey started the car and we started driving down the road.