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LAURA EPISODE 1
Twilight's almost over. The sun is rising from the end of the beach, waves crashing on the shore. The cool breeze is hitting my face, whispering soft songs to my ears. I watched the birds fly across the dimly lit sky. It was too good of morning to miss, yet I had to pick up a band who will rent the infamous Studio for three months. Hell yeah, there were VIP clients I had to deal with, and my father insisted that I pick them up from the airport, just for goodness' sake.
"Laura," My dad called from the kitchen, his voice being heard outside the patio. "Don't forget to pick up that band," his voice was approaching the place I'm standing in.
"Was it McFlur? Wait. I was sure it was a Mc -- umm," my dad was literally digging up his old brain again, searching for his self made dictionary.
"McFly, Dad. They paid you thousands of dollars and you don't even know what they're called," I sounded a bit sarcastic, but that was how I've been towards my father. We kid around so much that we make our conversations a comedic strip at times. What's left but to have a laugh when you're only two left in the family. Mum's gone with my brother Mike to a place I call WTF, and I chose to stay with my dad. I just can't be dragged by my mum some place and start all over again. I hate adjusting.
"Well," My dad search for the key in his pockets and handed them to me. "You better start going. They're plane arrives in an hour,"
I kissed his cheek and picked up my jacket. I sat on my Ford Everest, putting the keys in the ignition. I opened my car stereo and played some old favorites to start the day. Before I drove to the airport, I took one last look at the picture I printed and remembered one face out of the four, just of the sake of easy location when I look for them at the airport. I shoved the paper down my hand bag and drove a 30 minute ride to the airport.
Once I parked my car, people were busily waiting for their own fetchers. I took a good 360 degree turn and finally found a familiar-looking face. A tall curly browned haired dude immediately caught my attention, not because he was the face I kept inside my head during the drive, but because he seemed like someone I have stumbled on before. No, not like Hey! Are You My OverSeas Friend From Myspace?. But more like a Were You The Guy Who I Bumped To Last Night At The Bar? I've seen too many fucked up faces, and his was incredibly different. He didn't look drunk at the least, but his face plastered a smile of exhaustion. It seemed like he's been working 23 hours a day and only had the one hour for a decent power nap. A typical, yet unique, rock star.
A few seconds of thought later, the guy from the picture appeared from escalators. Without hesitations, I approached them, eyes hidden beneath my aviator sunglasses.
"Excuse me, Mr. Perry?" I called at the backs of seven British guys. One suddenly turned his backs, and obviously, he was the guy I just called.
"Are you Laura Matthews?" inquisitively asking, I assume that this Mr. Perry guy is the producer, since he was the one who contacted us. I made a nod, and out of the busy scene I was in, the rest of the boys turned their backs and faced me. Somehow, it felt like a spotlight was just flashed on me, and it caught everyone's attention.
"Well then, here's our ride," another guy approached me and introduce himself, offering a hand. "I'm Fletch, by the way. And this is McFly,"
The four boys look quite different from the picture I had printed. It was probably because I grabbed a picture from Google that might have been dated centuries back. Nevertheless, four decent looking rock stars were in front of me, flashing a smiles and quick nods of acknowledgments.
I introduced myself quite formally, "Laura Matthews, co-owner of Studio 301,"
And with that, we all rode my car and had to pay up an extra cab just to accommodate the luggage they brought.
The first five minutes in the car were silent driving for me. The guy that had attracted my attention was probably taking another nap to get over the exhaustion. The three were looking out on the windows, taking pictures of the beautiful sunrise. Fletch and Jason (Mr. Perry's official name) were talking details about the album they are planning to record.
"I think we should treat them a week off before we start," Fletch suggested.
"Sounds good to me. They probably need the time off. And besides, we have the three months to laze our asses off," and with Jason's statement, it concluded that I still have a weeks off too before I keep myself intact in the studio.
I stopped into a halt when we reached the apartment next to our little house by the shore. They have rented the house next door which was relatively close to the studio as well.
"We're here," I announced as I took the keys out and stepped out of the car. As I dug up my handbag looking for the keys to the apartment, the exhausted schmuck approached me and introduced himself quite friendly.
"Hi, I'm Danny," and the rest of the three followed.
