A/N: Hey, everyone. Thank you for reading, reviewing, following, and adding this story to your favorites. It really makes me happy to know that you're enjoying it so far. :)
A couple of my readers were curious about what the deal is with Billy, but we'll learn more about that further into the story.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
Chapter 3
It was completely dark in the room, and Sam had to feel along the wall for the light switch. As soon as he found it, he flipped the lights on and we both stepped inside. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what I saw.
"Um...wow! This was the last thing I ever expected to find," Sam said in surprise as he gazed around the room. "It's so...clean, and organized."
We were standing inside of the Sound Booth, or as I liked to call it, 'Jake's Office'. This was where Jake spent most of his time. It contained some pretty expensive equipment that I had no clue how to use, as well as a lot of other things like CD's, vinyl records, a laptop, and whatever else Jake used to make music. It even had a small sofa in it.
On the other side of the room, was a long glass window and another sound-proof door, and behind it, was the Recording Room. The difference in the atmosphere of that room was obvious as soon as you walked into it. This was the part of the room that contained the big fancy microphone. And just like a real professional recording studio, it was sound-proof. Jake had tried to explain to me once why this room felt so different from everywhere else. I guess it had something to do with a difference in air pressure or something like that, and the cancellation of outside noises. Whatever the case, it was a very strange sensation to experience.
"Yeah," I agree in awe, as I walk around the small room and look at everything. My eyes roamed across the shelves that held Jake's vast music collection, and so far, I couldn't find a single thing out of place. He must have done this while he was still well enough to do so. Deep down I knew why. It was so I would have one less thing to worry about after he was gone. That thought made my heart ache.
"Hey, Bella?" Sam suddenly called out, pulling me from my thoughts as I absently rubbed at my chest.
"Yeah?"
"It looks like Jake left you some stuff," he stated as he held up a small handful of envelopes. I waddled over to the sofa and sat down on it while Sam brought the envelopes over to me to look at. "They each have numbers on them and the first one has your name written on it, so I'm assuming that they were meant for you and that you have to open them up in order."
The first thing I noticed when Sam handed me the stack of envelopes was that there were five of them. The second thing that came to my attention was that one of them was much larger than the rest, and that it had something more than just paper inside of it.
As curious as I was to find out what it contained, I figured that Jake must have numbered them for a reason, so I was going to honor his wish to open them up in order, starting with the first one.
A/N: I'm curious to hear your theories on why Jake numbered the envelopes and what they might contain.
Also, it looks like this story is going to be much longer than five chapters, but at this point I'm still not sure how long it will be.
See you soon! :)