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Tardis

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!!!!!
HONK HONK!
MEEEP MEEEP!

I hate traffic with a burning passion. I swear to god if I don't arrive to the recording studio before 1pm I am going to sue someone. Or fire them with real fire even though I haven't hired them. I would have to hire them first, maybes make them an accomplice, then BANG their fired all because I got stuck in traffic. It seems pretty harsh but you can't say that you have never thought of anything as evil.

I sat with my hands gripped tight on the steering wheel knuckles going white from gripping too hard.

I looked to my right to see a women trying to calm down her crying baby that was actually in the front seat of the car which is very dangerous. If there was to be an accident that poor baby would more than likely be killed.

I looked to the left and saw someone singing along to the radio tapping his hands on the steering wheel quite merrily. How the fuck is he so happy? I mean really we are stuck in fucking traffic. The man finished off singing the song and his head turned slightly and his gaze met mine and I was caught staring, I blushed a little and he only just waved to me in a polite way so I waved back of course.

Then he did something very strange. He rolled down the car window of which was closest to me and motioned for me to do the same so I did.

"Hi!" He shouted over the sound of the loud beeping of impatient drivers.

"Hi!" I shouted back.

"You off to somewhere nice, little miss." He slurred in an unfamiliar type of southern accent.

"Yeah, of to a recording studio to meet a band. I'm their photographer." I said holding up my camera.

He smiled wide and pushed some of his long brown hair behind his ear so it wasn't in his face when he spoke.

"Awesome. If I may ask, which is it?" He asked.

"Their called My Chemical Romance. You probably wouldn't have heard of them." I said waving it off.

"Hell yeah I have little missy. I love their album, three cheers for sweet revenge. It's great. Oh, it looks like we are moving now. It was nice speaking to you though." He said before taking the cars handbrake off.

"Yeah you too." I shouted back and he waved a small goodbye.

I lightened up a little after that. Just speaking to someone like him made me in a bit of a lighter mood. I thank him, wherever he is now.

After about 45 more minutes of slowly making my way to the recording studio I pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building. It was the right address, unless the Sat-nav went a-wall and led me here.

I got out of the car and went trough what looked like the main doors.

I looked around and the place was a bit like the Tardis but in looks instead of size. The out side was like a run down building but the inside was a completely different world. The whole place looked brand new. There were vases and sofas in the reception room and a polished desk which the secretary sat behind. She was on the phone at that moment so I just stood back for a while until she was finished. I admired the paintings and signed records that hung on the walls. This place was amazing.

"Hello there, I'm Caitlin. Welcome to Forbas recording studio. Have you got an appointment with anyone today?" The lady smiled up at me politely.

"Erm, I'm not sure. I'm My Chemical Romance's new photographer and Gerard said I could pop around today." I said awkwardly back to her.

"Hold on a second." She said and she picked up the phone before dialling a number.

I nodded in response and waited while the phone rang.