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I groggily sit up, while shutting my alarm off. My eyes flutter open, and I scratch my head full of my messy bed-head brown locks. I run a hand through them trying to untangle the knots. I glance over at the clock, 6:00…That's just enough time. Today I have a very important meeting that must go perfect. I work at Star Records, one of the most famous labels in the world. Not to brag or anything. Anyway, my job is to help my boss, Mr. Reed, manage new artists. You know like arrange meetings, photo shoots, recording times, and all that stuff. Today we have a very important meeting with a manager, and if things go good, I could get a promotion and my very own chance to manage a new star, by myself! Suffice to say, I'm a bit nervous.
I shoot up off my bed and start getting ready. I take a shower and do all that stuff, then pick out my clothes. Let's see…Ah-ha! I choose a black skirt that looks formal and businessy. And a white collar shirt. With that I have some black heels and I put my hair up in a bun, while also letting some curly strands out. I grab my stuff and make my way downstairs.
My apartment…well you wouldn't say apartment, you could say…pent house. Yeah, it's pretty big, with very modern type furniture. I don't like brown, wooden furniture, it's to…oldish. You know what I mean. Anyway, I walk into the kitchen while flipping my mini HD T.V onto one of my favorite morning shows. Then I make myself breakfast…Actually. I don't really make my own food. Instead Richard, the doorman/clerk brings me in from one of the restaurants close to the apartment/penthouse building. It's sort of a just for me service. I take a seat and wait for him.
Five minutes later the doorbell rings and I make my way to the door. I swing it open to reveal a disheveled looking Richard out of breath and holding a bag of food, in a paper bag. "He-here…" He heaves, handing me the bag while trying to catch his breath.
I sigh and peek into the bag, "What took you so long? I ask rolling my eyes while handing him three crisp twenty dollar bills and shutting the door in his face. I make my way back and take out the food items. A medium sized coffee, yogurt, and French toast. Perfect.
As soon as I finish eating, I grab my things and rush out the door. Surprisingly the halls are quite today. Usually, there's Ms. Hensworth standing outside pointing out your flaws, and details. Or Macy, the annoying rich woman who's always bragging about her new pairs of shoes, or how she got a new color nail polish. Or maybe it's just a random person or passer byer that stops in the middle of the hallway, who doesn't even know me, but still try to make a conversation because they have nothing else to do in life. If you haven't noticed, I'm not really a people's person. I pass the elevators and make my way to the stairs. I don't know why, but I've always hated elevators. Just for some reason, I mean it could be because I know that the box thing can fall any moment, because of a wire malfunction, or it could be because I have to be stuffed in between people in an awkward silence, constantly trying to ignore their stares…and let's not even think of what'll happen if the elevator breaks and stops right there.
Anyway, I arrive at the bottom and push the door open that leads to the lobby. The place is less packed than usual but that's just because of the time. I pass the front desk where Richard is taking calls. I start to open the front doors and heading outside when I hear someone call my name.
"Ally!" Richard calls, I sigh and turn around smiling half-heartedly. I don't have time right now. "I have a letter for you." He says handing me a fancy looking letter with an "A" in cursive engraved on the wax stamp.
"Thanks." I say taking it form him, and flipping it front and back, to see where it came from. That's funny, it doesn't have an address. "Hey Richard, how'd you get this letter? It couldn't have come from mail delivery, I can't tell where this came from." I explain handing it to him to examine.
He frowns as he looks at it, flipping it front and back. "You're right…Actually someone today came, and told me to give this to you. He was dressed all fancy like a butler and had a British accent." He explains. I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, and something keeps knawing at the back of my mind telling me I know who it is. But I ignore it for now, I have bigger things to worry about.
I nod, "Alright thanks…I'll see you later." I say turning around and starting to walk out the door.
"Have a good day!" He calls out. I ignore him.
I stick the letter into my bag, there's really no time for this right now. I push the door and walk outside, instantly feeling the cold, wind blow right in my face. I get comforted a bit for a moment as if everything vanishes. I don't know why but I've always loved cold weather, even though I've spent most of my childhood in Texas. I check the time once more, 7:13. Great. I need to be at the studio by 7:40.
I hail a cab, and jump in. "4330 Fare Boulevard, Building 4." I say hurriedly, "And make it fast." I add.
The car starts going, and I slightly relax into my seat. I should probably text Mr. Reed. I pull out my phone and type a short message…A second later I get a reply. Mr. Reed always has his phone, and I used to be surprised too when I'd send him something and get a reply instantly. I sit back and look out the window. Now what…Oh yeah, the letter. I glance down at my bag where I can see a tiny corner of it sticking out. Well, I have time so why not? I shrug and open up my bag while taking the letter out. There's something familiar about this letter that I just can't quite put my finger on. I unwrap it carefully and slip the inside paper out.
Dear Allyson Marie Dawson,
Allyson—
I get cut off by the car taking a sudden halt. I get thrown into the back of the front seat. I groan and push myself up, the driver looks back at me, "Sorry ma'am but there's a lot of traffic, so we won't get there till about 8." He explains. I groan, seriously! Seriously?! I shove the letter back into my purse and look outside, wow, as far as the eye can see there are cars beeping and people yelling, all in a straight line. I sigh exasperated. Let's measure the options, either; Stay in traffic, and make it with a chance of being late, or make a stop right here and fast walk to the studio...I glance down at my shoes, wow I just had to choose my highest heels…
"Hey." I say hesitantly tapping the driver on the shoulder. He glances at me, while I pull my hand away and wipe it with disgust, course not letting him see my actions…What? You don't know where people in New York, could have been in. "Just drop me off, right here, alright." I say directing him to a space next to the sidewalk. He parks there and I pay him, while making my way out of the cab. I glance around to see where I am, and start walking to my destination.
What a great way to begin today…