We can pick and choose whose music is on our iPod, but we don't decide who takes a place in our heart.

My heart was pounding in so hard that the vein by my temple was blocking off all sound. I couldn't seem to manage a steady enough hand shake either. The man across from me on the receiving edge of the desk smirked and gave a hearty laugh. His guard dogs, and by that I mean menacing guys in suits that follow him around, I noticed were trying not to smile. My face was starting to go numb but all the same I could feel myself wanting to cry. I bit down on my tongue as I remembered wiki answers had told me too and took a deep breath. I could start to hear him go on about my responsibilities as well as my rights, which I already knew since I saw the job description.

"Welcome to Rocque Records"

Those were the words I was waiting for. Griffin then handed over to me a gift basket for some reason with some merchandise in it.

"What's all this for, not that I don't like it" I quickly added.

I let me hand hover over it all and smiled as I let out a whisper, "I love it"

"Of course you do I have to know all of my employees," he got up and patted his guard dogs shoulders "You may not believe it but these guys actually are big nerds and go to tournaments for Super Smash Brothers"

They both blushed a bit and pulled back their sleeves to reveal rubber band bracelets of their favorite fighter. One said 'Don't call me Zelda' while the other says 'Your princess is in my castle' on it and both had a little sprite on it. I laughed nervously and stated how cool it was and that seemed to ease their embarrassment though they covered themselves once again. The big man himself cleared his throat before we could talk about strategy in the game and began to speak.

"Let's just say this a bit of incentive to do your job well and not disturb any of our other employees," he leaned in a bit a raised his eyebrow to further emphasize his point.

"However, during your lunch if you happen to see any of them in the break room or even one of the lounges, I hope you do at least contain yourself enough not to bombard them with questions every day."

"Of course not sir, I think I'd go mute around them anyways" I replied with a bit too serious voice.

"We'll see about that," he smiled this time "If you have any questions you could ask someone more approachable, I recommend Kelly."

"I think I can do that much," I smiled as I scratched the back of my head not use to the length of hair yet.

"Alright then everything checks out, your experience, your social security number, no felonies of any kind, and you passed the psych evaluation as well as the personality test." He stared into my eyes intently.

"Congratulations you're not a sociopath," he said walking behind my chair and giving me a pat on the back.

"That is quite a relief sir, not that I ever thought I was." I muttered the later as I un-tuck a piece of hair from between my glasses.

His guard dogs put down two keys on the desk. One with the Rocque Records logo on it and the other said PW on it. I was afraid to reach out thinking they would ask me about a rabbit hole and the Matrix. I was told to hold out both my hands, which I did so, and listen closely.

"This is a master key of the entire Rocque Records building," my employer motioned to the left key.

I saw him walk around and sit on the desk to the right of me, "And that is the key to your new apartment in the Palm Woods"

I had to contain myself not to hug this white haired man before me. I took out the purse I had brought with me to go with the whole secretary look I had going on for this callback, and took out my lanyard and slipped the keys in before I'd forget.

"Thank you so much sir, not that I'm scorning your gift, but so much just for someone of my position?"

He gave out a great sigh, "Well we've had many incidents in which unwanted people have gotten into our building. From Hawk to a crazed fan girl named Winny. And so you'll have the responsibility to "clean out" any unwanted person from the building. Besides who would even suspect it? In the gift basket I have taken the liberty of putting a walkie-talkie to signal us as well as a taser."

I see him reach into the adjacent basket and pull it out. My mouth flopped open in shock. Unfamiliar locks of hair attempting to block my view.

"First off let me mention that you may think this is a stun gun, but it's not. A stun gun actually involves you physically touching the person with it. While a taser is the one that shoots out several wires and embeds into the skin. When using it you are to administer a warning and if they do not comply feel free to shock them. Obviously minors like Winny could be a problem so I threw in a dart gun so we don't get sued." He smiled a bit too much at this for my taste, not that I could taste anything with my dry mouth.

"Don't worry about aim there is a laser pointer on them, helps scare them into knowing your serious too."

He got up and I didn't even notice myself being led out towards the door by his dogs. They even got me to hold onto my gift basket.

"There will be a packet I'd like you to read over with your schedule attached to it as well as which floors you have to keep the closest eye on. There is a car outside that I have Kelly driving you'll be working close to her and Gustavo mostly since they seem to know this place so well they could show you to get around in the air vents. And believe me you will need to know."

With that I was on the other side of the door. I silently walked into the elevator gingerly pressed the 1st floor. I took out my cellphone, a windows phone but it was a Nokia so it was the sturdiest thing I had on me, and took out the keys to my new apartment and sent a picture to my mother with the explanation. Once the elevator dinged open I got out and felt like I was gliding and not even touching the ground, though the sound of my wedges hitting the floor told me otherwise. Once I was outside the sun hit me and seemed to wake me up from my daze. That and the Camaro with a sign that had my initials on it being carried by a quirky smiling black chick. I walked over cautiously just in case it wasn't my ride and I was about to make a huge fool of myself.

"Hi!" she practically yelled before I could greet her first "So glad I have another girl to talk with at work, I'm surrounded by boys all day and I feel like I'm becoming one of them"

"Um, Kelly right?" I asked ignoring the buzz of my phone.

"Yea that's me let's get you to your new place now so you can get settled in," she took hold of the basket and put it on the floor of the back of the car.

"B-but I have to go take the Metro home first to pack," I managed to stutter out.

"Oh don't worry about that your mom packed all your clothes for you, and apparently your little sister packed some other things of yours"

I looked down at my phone from the inside of my purse and sure enough I got sent a picture of a check they had sent my mom to keep her quiet so that no one tries to take my master key or compromise some of Rocque Records' secrets.

"Lovely," I sighed.

"Way to go mom you'd sell your daughter to thugs if you knew you'd get sent a check every week." I thought.

I reluctantly got in the car knowing there was no point in going back home now, except maybe if they didn't pack my charger. Kelly got in and started the car but not before she put on her seatbelt and she saw mine was on. Once the engine roared to life she looked back at me.

"It's just us here you can get comfortable you know. You've been scratching at that wig this whole time," she giggled a bit.

I indeed was scratching my head and I was likely red from embarrassment at this point in time.

"I've been around disguises before so I know when someone is wearing something they shouldn't be" she smiled.

I quietly removed the wig and revealed my short scraggly hair. The slight breeze felt good against my scalp. With that Kelly began to drive out of the parking lot.

"So why the wig?" Kelly asked innocently enough.

"I would have never gotten this job with my short hair, that, and my mom would make fun of me, so I got a wig" I ran my fingers through short bob cut which reminded people of Amelie.

"Ah, I see" she mentioned trying not to pry into my personal life too much, "I think it's a cute cut"

"Thanks," I muttered wallowing in a bit of self-pity.

"I mean it, not many people try or even can rock that look" she said smiling more kindly.

I looked back at her as we came to a stop at a red light and didn't see anything fake about her. This gave me some hope, but for now I'd choose to keep the wig.

"Why'd you dye it that way? Red your favorite color?" she said looking back to the road once the light changed to green.

"I just wanted to make an impression, so that I'd be remembered" I had a small smile on my face and looked at the side mirror to look at my half red hair.

"I say you should try having people remember you for being yourself instead of what you look like"

I gave the girly wig a light squeeze with my tanned fingers.

"Yea I know, but it was a concert and I wanted the band to remember me during the meet and greet. The other girls would have t-shirts from the official website, maybe even have some fanart they drew. I made them buttons though. They wore it for my picture with them but I'm sure they took it off."

"Well they wouldn't want the other fans to feel bad for not bringing them anything," Kelly suggested as she tried to cheer me up.

"I hope they at least kept it for a bit, at least until the end of their last tour they were on would be nice," I laughed at the silly notion.

Kelly laughed a bit too and nudged me with her elbow causing me to look up.

"We're here," she beamed.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the Palm Woods, and I immediately put on my wig. Kelly frowned a bit at this but none the less got out to help with the basket. It wasn't that it was too big or anything but it was more like she had a box to dump the contents in so I'd look more like I'm moving in instead of making a delivery to a business man. Kelly led me in and when I mentioned her car was blocking the entrance she just said that people do that all the time. We finally got to the front desk. A chubby man with glasses that reminded me of the fat guy from Space Jam sat there who I assumed was called Bitters from the name plaque.

"Hi Bitters," Kelly said forcing a smile this time.

"Oh it's you, the boys are at school right now, thank goodness" He scowled.

"Name makes some sense at least," I thought with a small smile.

"Shouldn't you be at school too missy?" Bitters said lazily leaning into his hand.

This time I scowled, "I'm a college student."

I successfully kept most of the venom out of my voice at the time being.

"I'm sorry Miss," Bitters replied curiously "But unless I see—"

I tossed my school ID and my California ID on the desk, which successfully shut him up.

"She's the new resident Rocque Records is providing board for." Kelly piped in, putting two strong hands on my shoulders giving it a light squeeze to calm me.

"Oh you poor thing," Bitters said shaking his head.

I raised a curious eyebrow at him. Then I looked back at Kelly who had let go and was looking at another direction. I sighed knowing I'd find out sooner or later.

"I have an extra key just in case you possibly lose yours, if you have any sort of maintenance problem you can call up Buddha Bob."

"Present"

I gave a small jump of surprise as a man with poorly groomed facial hair and everything else appeared with a plunger that had a smiley face scrawled on it. My eyes still were wide open from the surprise as Buddha Bob introduced himself and pointed over to where his "office" was, his card with the extension to call on the landline, and warned me about super clog; whatever that meant. I just kind of smiled and nodded as politely as I could. Bitters then handed me a small pamphlet with the rules of the Palm Woods and such along with my IDs back.

"No college parties," he said sternly.

"Umm, yea no need to worry I don't like parties very much and if I do go to one it's for the food." I smiled awkwardly.

"Oh me too," smiled Bitters feeling he dodged a bullet.

"High five bro" I said adjusting the box to my other arm "Don't leave me hanging"

He high fived me and a bit of relief washed over me knowing that the manager thought I was cool. Buddha Bob held his hand up too so I high fived him too. The air seemed to be a lot easier to breathe in now.

"Alrighty then now that that's settled let's take you home," Kelly motioned looking at her watch.

She likely wanted to take me before everyone got home from school.

"Bye mister Bitters, bye Buddha Bob." I waved them off and followed Kelly to the next elevator.

"Oh and feel free to use the pool or lobby anytime, minors aren't allowed after 9pm!" Bitters yelled.

I turned back and gave him a thumbs up before the elevator could close and started to think about my new home. The maintenance man needed some maintenance himself and the manager needed to manage his diet. And there was the fact no one seemed to care where you parked. It was interesting to say the least. Kelly was texting someone on her phone, which I assumed it was to say that I'm about to go settle in and that she was going to head back to work or maybe go home. She walked out first and politely kept the elevator from closing on me with her hand. The corridor seemed to echo a bit and the only sounds you could hear were the occasional TV or radio coming from behind closed doors. The odds to my left and the even numbers to my right, and Kelly softly muttered the numbers as we passed until we got to number 7J.

"Here we are," Kelly took the box from my arms and let me take out my lanyard with my attached keys.

I opened it and it was a rather cozy looking place. It was a 1 bedroom apartment according to Kelly. They had already put in furnishing. It even had a cute little bonsai on the glass coffee table which was between a 42" flat screen TV, my GameCube and PlayStation were already connected. I was going to have to thank my sister for packing that. There was a light green couch just long enough for me to sleep in and not be a love seat, which appeared to be a pull out with its odd width and height. To the left was a kitchen.

I put down the box on the sofa and gravitated to the kitchen. It had a small arm's length to walk in one of those weird looking flat electric stoves and some cooking utensils hanging from above it. There was even a spice rack on the countertop and a timer next to that. I opened the stove and there was sure enough some of the pots I recalled from home. The bottom cabinet to the right of the stove had the rice cooker, and some oven mitts.

The fridge was a beautiful sight to behold. It was one of those that dispensed water and ice and was a nice chrome color. It was a good five and a half feet tall. I opened it up and the smile on my face immediately fell. It was empty. Kelly then seemed to pull out a clipboard out of nowhere but it was apparently on the countertop that I walked right past it.

"We didn't know what kind of food you liked so you can just use the credit card in the care package. You have a 500 dollar limit a month to spend on food with no roll over; you won't have to pay the water gas or electric bill and the rent as well. You have basic cable which includes BBC America as requested by your sister and bunch of others that are in a pamphlet on top of the cable box which will come out of your paycheck. As well as the high speed internet, the password is on a sticky note on top your laptop in the bedroom which will be about 90 dollars a month in total. The land line is covered though." Kelly paused to look over the papers a bit.

"It looks like you have your first day of driving school is this weekend, and if you pass the test on the first try the Camaro is yours," She smiled approvingly.

"How much am I even gonna be making?" I asked still dumbstruck.

"Lemme see, about 30 dollars an hour and you'll be working full time so about 1200 assuming you don't do overtime which is very unlikely. And overtime is 45 an hour" Kelly smiled.

I grabbed onto the counter top and slowly sank to the floor and started to cry. Kelly rushed over confused and hugged me.

"What's wrong?" She said lifting up my chin to look at her.

"I'm just so happy," I smiled.

Kelly smiled back and let me finish crying it out a bit as we sat on the cold tile floor. Once that was out of my system she helped me up on my feet.

"I'll let you explore a bit okay if you need anything my contact information is on the clipboard." She gave me a tight hug and then took a step back, taking my wig off my head and set it on the countertop.

She ruffled my hair a bit before continuing to speak.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow." Giving me one quick hug before walking off.

"Okay, bye then." I smiled sleeking back my hair.

With that she left. I let the quiet settle in before I locked the door and made my way into the bedroom. Dead center was a memory foam mattress sitting on the wooden support under it with three draws on the side of it with black handles. And there was a lime green bed sheet set that has yet to be put on the bed. I kicked of my wedges and let my feet graze the short haired beige carpet floor and started to cover my naked bed. As that process went on I looked around and saw the room had dimmer switches, a fan right above my bed and some of my posters were leaning against the black dresser. It would seem they had gotten them all laminated. Not that I was complaining because it would make the taping process much easier. As I put in the fluffy pillow in its case I looked at the closet. It was a sliding one that had mirrors on it that made me think of a dancing studio.

There was a door next to it that was open that appeared to be a restroom. I unzipped my pencil skirt and tossed it in the provided bamboo hamper and walked into the bathroom in my bicycle black shorts that I had under and my button up white blouse. I flipped on the switch and the first thing I saw was my reflection on the oval mirror over the sink. My bangs just barely touched the arch of my well-kept eyebrows. I could see the mascara clumping at the sides where my tears had fallen. I never did like makeup. I didn't even put on foundation in fear it would clog my pores. Eye liner however was just fine with me. But not liquid eyeliner, that was a pain to take off.

I turned on the sink and set my thick rim white plastic glasses to the side and started to rub off the makeup. Rocque Records was nice enough to leave some of their towels with their logo on it. Now that I thought about it there were even Rocque Records magnets on the fridge, and even the oven mitts had their logo on it. I looked up at the mirror and opened it up. Sure enough there were tooth brushes in various colors with their logo even some lotion, scented soap, and some dental floss. The toothpaste however was some Colgate with breath strips in it. I shuttered thinking about how the Umbrella Corporation was in charge of just about everything on the planet before they let out the deadly T virus.

I quickly shut the medicine cabinet and finished washing my face. Despite how great the deal was Rocque Records basically owns me now. I sighed into the now dirty towel and began to rinse it out till it was clean. I took a quick shower and saw some of my hair dye stain the once porcelain white tub. I just rinsed water on it hoping it wouldn't stain and just lay on my delicious new bed in the provided Rocque Records bath robe and towel. I turned to my left and saw my laptop case on the nightstand to my left next to my concert picture in its frame. I then realized I have nothing to really do and I have no food in the fridge.