The Main Drag

Studio

Blurry neon lights advertise shops as you speed past on the dark road.

   Turning right, you slow down as you park your car into an alley. Reaching down to unclip your seat belt, you grab your car keys, and drop them into your slacks.

   Fuck, I'm late.

   You slam the car's door and swipe your card to unlock your company's back door. Pushing open the door, loud music meets your ears. Wincing, you turn into your own studio. Silence envelopes the room.

   "Thank god this room is soundproof." You mutter to yourself. Rushing over to your desk, you flip open your laptop. Fingers fly over the keys. Dragging your index finger, you click turn in on your music production assignment.

Sighing, you swivel around in your leather chair. You stop turning in your seat and drag it over to your keyboard. Lightly putting pressure on the smooth white and black keys, you create a melody. Grabbing a sheet of paper you write down the notes.

Moving over to a music program on your laptop, you add a couple hi-hats and a smooth bass. Reaching for your microphone, you harmonize and place a few ad-libs here and there. Music floats all throughout the room. You smile, tired but happy at your new creation.

You shut down your halfway finished project. Getting up and out of your seat, your lock your studio's door. Glancing down at the dimly lit hallway, your boss notices you. "Hey Y/N, you're never here late. What are you doing?"

Looking into her sea green eyes, you say, "I was just finishing up a production assignment. Nothing big." Brushing off your hard work, your boss' eyes light up.

Oh god.

"Well since you're so dedicated to music, I think you'd be the perfect candidate to go to Los Angeles," Confusion spreads over your face before you even say anything. "Do not turn down the offer, I must say that you will get a better pay. You will also be producing for an underground rapper,"

"So, just give it a chance. Departure starts tomorrow at eight. See you at the airport!" Her chipper voice echoes through the hallway. Feet walk away from you.

Guess I'm going then. I got nothing to lose.

Opening the back door once again, humid air greets you. Scoffing in distaste, you unlock your black car and start its engine. The car hums in anticipation to move.

Backing out of the alley, you turn back on the road you came from. Yellow lines flash on the road as the ever-glowing signs shine. Merging onto a highway, you see your building in the distance.

Turning onto an intersection, you near closer to your complex. The moon creeps out behind dark gray clouds. Very few cars are on your road. Parking in between the lines, you get out of your car.

You grab your room keys, and lock your car. Shoes slap against the pavement as you walk to your lobby. Entering, the dim lighting makes the red rug by the counter look maroon.

Making your way to your elevator, you press the up button. Waiting for the elevator, you scuff your tennis shoes on the carpet. The doors open, and you walk inside. Pressing 3 on the panel, the room moves up.