There was always something at 6:30. The same voice singing the same stupid songs. Keith wanted nothing more than to make them shut the hell up, it was far too early anyways. But maybe in the end it wouldn't be so bad when he met the beautiful face to match the songs. -------------------- 'I'll see you tomorrow?' I asked, hoping it was a yes. 'Would you expect anything less, Keithy?' He chuckled, leaving the room.