We Found Love

ACT 17

ACT 17

Her legs worked fast as she made her way to Riot Studios on her bicycle, smiling to herself behind the black face mask she was wearing every time she thought back to the message she had received from one of the most famous female celebrities in the music industry.

Even though she was excited about what was about to transpire in the near future, the freestyle expert was also unsettled with anxiety. She was nervous about being rejected if ever she wasn't as good as the artist thought she was.

Vroom!

Screech!

Akali had literally came to a screeching halt the moment a silver Lamborghini cut her off and beat her to the entrance checkpoint of Riot Studios. She placed her left leg on the ground while her right remained on one of the pedals of her bike, her eyebrows furrowing and her eyes glaring at the admittedly incredible sports car.

The vehicle had the letters and numbers combined to make the plate number 'S1R3N', the details around it confirming that whoever the driver is, he or she had it custom made and was legally driving their car around with that vanity license plate.

Placing both of her feet on the earth, Akali backed away a bit and put some distance between her and the expensive transport she almost hit. As pissed as she was with the sudden cut off, Akali knew she had no money to pay if ever she had struck the car with her bike.

The two guards at the checkpoint were smiling like a bunch of fans coming face to face with their idol when the car window of the driver slid down and revealed who it was behind the heavily-tinted glass. Due to her positioning though, Akali failed to see who it was.

Once the barrier was lifted and the driver drove down the path ahead, Akali just gave herself a push or two until she was the one in front of the guards. One of them was quick to lose interest and returned his attention to the CCTV monitors in their station, while the other looked unexcited with his job all of a sudden. Akali had to resist the urge to make a face at them.

"Good morning. Welcome to Riot Studios, what's your business here?"

"Miss Ahri invited me here." Akali told them, already digging out her wallet from her pocket.

"Miss Ahri?" The guard she was talking to somewhat perked up, but he eyed her with skepticism. "ID please."

"The name's Akali." Fishing out her school ID from her wallet, she handed it to the guard, who reviewed it for a moment before picking up a clipboard from the side. Akali managed to spy her name written on the paper he was looking through and she was genuinely relieved that Ahri was interested in her talent enough to set a real appointment with her.

"Huh, you must be something..." The guard handed the ID back to her, pressing a button after that brought the barrier back up. He then nodded his head to the direction where the Lamborghini had drove off to, saying, "You're free to go. Ask one of the receptionist at what floor Miss Ahri is at right now."

Akali nodded and returned her identification card in her wallet, which she then stuffed back in her pocket. She clasped her hands in front of her and briefly bowed at the guard. "Arigatou gozaimasu!"

It was already nearing lunch time, so Akali quickly made her way to the main building. She parked her bicycle at a small space beside another motorcycle, her sharp eyes instantly spotting the silver sports car from earlier at the parking area that seemed to be for those who only have reserved parking slots.