(A/N-I do not own any of the characters or the MyMusic show. All rights to the characters belong to the rightful owners. No copyright infringement intended.
The story here is my creation and belongs to me. All the copyrights belong to the rightful owners.
Hey everyone! This story starts a week after the MyMusic sitcom ended. I got a crazy idea one night and decided to roll with it. Enjoy!)
MyMusic was in a flurry of activity on Tuesday morning. The staff had their final podcast the day before and the film crew was packing up their gear. They were hurrying out the last of the cables and microphones as Metal walked in the front door.
"Gooooooooood morning Metal!" shouted Scene as she saw him enter.
"Mornin' Scene," he replied, stepping out of the way as one of the cameramen passed by, holding yet another boom mic. "Hey, is that my boom mic!?" yelled Metal. "Say WHAT? WHAT!" Metal chased the cameraman out of the office in an effort to retrieve his mic. Just then, Country walked in.
"What in the name of George Jones is goin' on out there?" Country asked Scene.
"Oh, nothing. Metal's just trying to get his boom mic back."
"Oh, is that all? The way he was screamin' I thought little Wolfgang Jafar was kidnapped or somethin'…"
"Who?"
"Metal's baby, remember? We discussed possible names for him yesterday? On the podcast?" Country looked concerned. "He hasn't chosen one yet, but-"
"Oh yeah, we did! I completely forgot. You know my memory…"Scene said, staring off into space. "Anyway, back to work!"
"Wait, Scene, I gotta ask you somethin'" Country said. "How's it goin' with you and Straightedge? I mean, he does work right next to you…" Country glanced at his empty chair. "Where is he, anyway?"
Scene's face reddened. "Oh, he went to make some copies for Indie. I gotta tell you, it is really awkward. It's always very quiet when he's around. I just don't kn-"
"Haha, GOT IT!" Metal screamed, kicking the office door open with the boom mic triumphantly held over his head. "They tried to take some of my best equipment, man." He looked at Scene and Country, who appeared to be deep in conversation. "Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?"
"Yeah, ya kinda did," Country replied, "but it's fine." Metal walked to the production room to return his precious microphone. Country turned back to Scene. "Honey, just try to ignore him for now. Hopefully he'll be gone soon. Nobody here is a fan of him after that horrible stunt he pulled. Indie's an understandin' man. He'll get rid of Straightedge soon enough."
"Really?" Scene asked, looking up at Country.
"Really," Country replied. She noticed Straightedge walking back towards the desk. "Get back to work, peaches, okay? I'll be at my desk. Just holler if ya need me."
"Okay, thanks Country." Country walked to her desk as Straightedge sat down at his chair.
"What was that about?" Straightedge inquired.
Scene looked at him, shocked that he would still be interested in anything happening with her. "You don't get to know that information anymore." An awkward silence followed.
Once the film crew loaded up their gear and were gone, everybody could concentrate without all of the chaos. The MyMusic staffers were hard at work when Indie stepped out of his office upstairs. He called everyone to attention. "We will be having a staff meeting in 5 minutes. So, yeah…"
Vampire Temp popped out of nowhere. "Does that include me?" Everybody turned and stared.
"No. Not at all. You can go and, uh, sort out the different colored pens."
"Okay," responded a noticeably upset Vampire Temp. He turned and ran into a stack of cardboard boxes.
"Okay, everyone. Conference room. Now." Indie barked. They all headed into the conference room, curious as to what their impromptu meeting was about.
(A/N-This story starts out slow, sorry! I'll update soon!)
