Dreamer's Disease

Sammy Lawrence

             If you've ever met Sammy Lawrence, you'd know what I mean when I tell you he's intimidating. He's pitch black, he's got a six pack, and he wears nothing but yellow overalls and a bendy mask. (Not to mention he's quite over-dramatic.) He's the studio's musician, meaning he can play about any instrument. At least from what I've heard anyway. From what I've learned, he hates wasting time, and absolutely loses it when we do something wrong. I'm not sure whether he has a face or not under that mask of his because he absolutely refuses to take it off, Emalia tells me he probably doesn't, if he does though I feel like he would always be looking at me with a sour face. Not that he hasn't already been doing that. I always manage to find a way to get on his nerves no matter what it is I'm doing, even when I'm not doing anything. One time he got mad at me for stealing his banjo and then dancing on one of the chairs while playing it, I ended up having to leave after I accidentally broke the banjo. Not that it mattered, though. He had so many other banjos anyway. Honestly, the only reason I'm really aloud back in the music department is because Emalia managed to talk Sammy into 'making an exception' for me. I'm still not aloud to touch the instruments anymore after that banjo incident, however.

  "So what's that thing you wanted us to do for you?" Emalia asked.
"There's something down in the break room I need you to get. I can't quite get to it because the entrance is too small for me to get through. But, I figured maybe you two might be able to get it." He explained, as he seemingly walked around the room making movements with his hands.
"We have a break room? Cool! I didn't know we had a break room!" Emalia exclaimed in excitement.
"We didn't." Sammy countered.
"Oh. So it just kind of appeared there?" She asked, putting her hand on her hip.
"I suppose you could put it that way." He shrugged as he turned away from the wall to look at her.
"Okay... how do we get there then?" She asked him.
"Go straight down the stairs in the middle hallway across from the department, once your there the rest should come to you easily." He told them.
"Alright, let's go then!" She exclaimed "Thanks Sammy!"

  She was about to go forward but I stopped her. After all, we didn't even know what we were getting yet.
"Striker?" Emalia questioned.
I pointed back to Sammy and simply said in a rasp "He hasn't told us what we're supposed to get."
Sammy looked a little surprised; I guess it's because he's never heard me talk before. Emalia turned back around and asked Sammy what we had to get, he told her what we needed though I could barely hear him, and we went on our way.

   We went down the steps, the floorboards creaking in protest with each step. "Kind of wish he could have given us something to protect ourselves with." Emalia sighed as we went down. I frowned at her. I'm sure we could make due, it's not like he could give us much anyway; and I sure as hell was not going to beat someone to death with a fiddle. Emalia put her hand on the door knob, hesitating to turn it. She looked at me, biting her lip. "You ready?" She asked nervously. I nodded. She smiled and nodded back, turning the knob and opening the door. Whatever was on the other side of the door we were gonna take it down, together.