Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 4

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What Cassiopeia is
wearing for the chapter ^

Pack My Bags

——WITH CUFFED JEANS AND ROLLED UP SLEEVES, I walked into the studio, checking to see that no one had scheduled any time frames for my usual room. I had texted Charlotte that I was here only moments ago, now making my way to the room where I recorded with multiple different artists and sometimes just on my own.

"Nice tats"

My head swiveled to the right, catching eyes with Sarah, who was staring at my arm sleeve of flower tattoos. I momentarily smiled at the attention, "Thanks, I'm thinking of adding more soon"

My left hand traced the flowers on my right arm, a firefly just below it where the flowers stop on my forearm. I had gotten them in memory of everything my mom did for me as a kid, being the oldest of three children, I proved to be the most headstrong and stubborn. She hated it, and for that reason we didn't have a good relationship, among other things.

"More flowers or a different design?" She questioned, and i was brought out of my thoughts, dropping my hand and placing them in the pockets of my overalls.

"Probably more flowers to hide the firefly so that unless you looked hard enough, you wouldn't be able to see it " I told her as she jutted out her bottom lip, looking impressed with my statement.

"I'm going to assume that there's an innuendo in there" Sarah said through narrowed eyes. She raised a coffee cup to her lips and it was then I noticed she had two in her hands.

"Two coffees?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh right, Charlotte sent me to come get you from the entrance after she saw your text, but I saw the coffee machine and decided to get some for me and Naomi" She explained, holding the two cups up before nodding to the recording room, "Cmon, let's go"

I followed her to the room, hearing a piano play softly and a guitar melody following it. I assumed it to be Charlotte or Ny oh on the piano, and Harry or Mitch on the guitar. I wondered how long they would have been waiting for them to get bored enough to get the instruments left there for people  who rent the studio out. With one last turn, we made it to the the room with the door open.

Charlotte sat on a stool next to a mic, looking at her phone while Ny played the grande black piano, Mitch sitting next to her on a chair, a guitar in hand. Harry had himself on the bench next to the wall, head leaning back and eyes closed, humming along to the music and mouthing words every now and then.

"There you are, Opie" Mitch greeted with a full smile, making me purse my lips with a knowing nod.

"Morning Mystic Mitch" I decided to reply, hearing a loud cackle from the bench.

"Gottem" Harry drawled out, his head now up and eyes gleaming green.

"You just had to, didn't you?" Mitch said with a tilted head.

"You started it with the whole Opie thing" I shrugged back.

"Morning Cassiopeia," Harry greeted, "We have important business to discuss"