That Beautiful Being

Swans a Swimming

"Andy...wake up." We we're right outside the building. 9:13.

Just like this morning, Andy isn't waking up very easily. Since he seems to be being very difficult today, I pick him up. I felt bad for making the Uber wait while I tried to finesse Andy out of the car, but I did what had to be done.

I cary him bridal style until we are able to reach the inside of the building. "Rye, put. Me. Down." he said. the seriousness of his voice caused me too laugh.

"Whats funny?"

"You."

"Hey!" he slapped my shoulder playfully as we made our way to the room we'd be recording in. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer to me.

"You don't hate me, so were fine."

"How do you know I don't hate you?"

"Because I know." We giggled all the way to the room. I open the door like any other day, but I'm met with a different sight then normal.

"Andy. Fucking. Fowler." I feel Andy cower behind me, scared at Allen's voice. I bring my hand behind my back for him to hold, which he does. I give his hand a slight squeeze and gather up as much confidence as I could.

"It's my fault we're late, I'm sorry. I overslept."

"Well I guess your fired then." My eyes widen. My boss, Blair, just fired me. He's always praising me, saying I'm the best on the team, but now he fires me over one mistake. "Did you hear me Ryan? Get out."

"I um—I what?" I stutter.

"You are obviously incompetent and don't deserve this job. You did not only risk your career but also Andy's and Mr.Taylor's. I can't have an unreliable source in my team."

"I guess I'll go then." I give Andy's hand one last squeeze before walking away. 17 months I gave my life here. I was even about to apply for a promotion. I thought this was were I'd spend my future. I love my job, well loved my job, so much. I felt inspired, felt needed.

"Rye, wait!" I stop to see Andy running towards me. In a few seconds he was standing right in front of me. "I don't want to record this album without you. The song we did yesterday was amazing. It's never sounded like that before."

"There's other good producers here. I was just the random pick."

"No. Blair obviously chose you for a reason. You are the best here. I don't want anyone else in charge of my album."

"But, I'm fired. I can't do anything about it."

"But I can." He takes my wrist and drags me to the direction of my old studio room. He ignores all my protest to stop. In all my 39 hours of knowing him, I never thought he would be so persistent.

He pulls me into the room with him and lets go of my wrist to cross his arms.

"I'm not recording with anyone other than Rye."

"You can't work with him, he's fired."

"Then rehire him."

"Andy, you were late because of him." Allen said.

"No, I was late because of me. I was the one who wouldn't get out of bed. I was the one who made us late."

"I don't care if the spaghetti monster made you late, he's still fired."

"Then I quit."

I remember in school how we learnt about oxymorons. The only thing that stuck with me was the phrase 'deafening silence.' I always wondered what it would sound like. Now I wish I'd never have.

All sound has stopped, even the shuttle breaths were hindered due to the fact they were all being held.

Andy wasn't backing down, I knew that for sure. He might've just cost his career for me. We've only known each other two days!

"Fine, just get in the booth."

A/N
Guys...guess what. 6 MORE DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS. ITS SOOOO CLOSE.

ALSO FINALS ARE OVER! YAY

That's about it from me. Pls vote and comment❤️❤️