LAURA EPISODE 2
I can't take it. I'm being engulfed by the post-breakup-trauma. Everything related to love just feels so bitchy. It's not my fault he left anyway, but I feel so fucked up inside. The night he said those really harsh words to me made me think that he's just a useless drunkard who has been using for the past few months. I feel so horrible. Only this old break up tune is cheering me up.
I have to go to Studio 301 today to open up the equipments and show McFly around the studio. It has been a week since I last talked to their persons-in-charged, Jason and Fletch. I've been seeing them riding the waves or having a play at the beach while I drown myself to introversion in my balcony. They seem to be having a grand time here.
I drove my car to the studio, five minutes away from my house. No one was there when I came, so I opened all the equipments while waiting for the renters. I remember spending my days here at the studio, mixing and editing my ex-boyfriend's track. It sucks. Brings back all the memories. I should have gone here days before so I could take the crappy ping pong table out before they use it. Oh well, it's too late. They just better deal with it. I cleaned up a bit and tidied the clutters on the floor. Moments after, they have arrived.
" Morning Laura," greeted Jason as well as the others. I saw this guy (was his name Danny?) and he quickly flashed a bright smile, "Hello there!"
"Hi," I tried not to be impolite, but anyway, he seems to have a good morning and I don't intend to ruin the mood.
"Oh cool! You have a ping pong table!" Dougie (I was sure this was his name, since it was your ordinary-joe name) pointed at the filthy table inside the recording room.
"I forgot it was here. I'm sorry, but if you guys want, I'll ask some people to take it out before you start" I offered.
"No worries. We're not in a hurry anyway," Fletch said.
"So," this was probably the time I show them around, "There are two recording rooms here. One is usually used for the orchestra and the other one is just for typical band play. Mics are everywhere, just ask for them. There's a courtyard too outside. And, there's also a loading dock so you can drop your equipments easily,"
Danny leaned forward, just beside my face and whispered, "Honey, you don't need to be all formal," I don't know what that was, but I started to get all frigid. I don't even know if I should smile or be offended. Maybe I was being too formal with this people. Loosen up, Laura. We're not dealing with accountants here.
I then stretched a smile across my face. I know Danny was waiting for it anyway. After I did so, he gave out a grin.
"Hey Laura! Want to have a slice of pizza? We ordered some," Jason offered. I suddenly remembered the last time I ate, which was around 16 hours ago. My intestines churned at the word pizza, and I reluctantly gave into the offer.
"Sure, thanks!"
Moments after, the guys started to load their guitars and instruments. I, on the other hand, fixed the condenser mics and tested each one of them, just to make sure they are still in good condition. The studio's getting old. But, dad keeps on renovating, installing, and adding new and improve equipments every year. Sure, people know this studio since a lot big Aussie stars have recorded here. Even Snoop Dog and The Black Eye Peas have kissed the mics.
"Your equipments are pretty updated," commented Jason.
"Yeah, my dad just adds new stuff every year," then, Alex and Justin, workers at Studios 301, arrived.
"Good morning everyone," Alex greeted.
"Finally, you guys arrived," I say as I stood up from my seat and took the two of them on the back door.
"I dunno how to open the orchestra room. Can you guys help me? And the ping pong table. It needs to get out,"
"Sure," the two stormed off to the next room and turn some knobs from the panel. I sat down from my seat and quietly ate my pizza.
"So, how was Sydney for you guys? Have you gone around?" I asked.
"Pretty good," Tom answers as he gulped coke in his throat. "We've been surfing lately. And we asked the guy in the surf room to train us and stuff,"
"Cool then. If you guys are free, I can take you around. There's still much more than surfing here in Australia," I offered. The sudden vibe of friendliness triggered. This group of rock stars have been weirdly approachable unlike the others who have come to record. Perhaps, this tour I'll be handling will be my "payment" for the slice of pizza they're treating me.
"Sure. We still have the rest of the three months to record here anyway," Fletch said.
"Can I ask why you rented the studio for three months? Most of the renters here just record for a week. A month's time is their maximum,"
Harry shrugged, "I guess we've always been recording things in hassle. We want things to be laid back in this album,"
"And besides, the whole three months wouldn't be spent inside the studio. It's kind of like a vacation for us," Danny suggested.
"Everything's ready!" Justin signaled everyone.
"Let's do this," Tom said as he dropped the crust of his pizza and unpacked his guitar.