A.N. another story I had cooked up in my mind. it's crazy i tell you.
He wakes up every morning at exactly 7:00. He showers in ten minutes and wears the same nice, expensive dress shirts and slacks. Every morning at exactly 8:00, he enters Starbucks and orders the same tall French Vanilla Latte. At 8:30 exactly he enters his office. His life works like clock work. Nothing new and exciting ever happens. He likes it this way.
The music industry is a tough business, but someone has to make sure that all of the talent that comes through the studio makes it out there to sound good. The point is money. People have to pay. This is what his boss, Darius, tells him.
He used to love music. Too many years of corporate crap have changed that. To him, it's all the same, boring stuff. The public likes the boring stuff, however. To some music brought joy and happiness, to him it brought a monthly paycheck.
He has her picture in his billfold. He likes to think of himself as a closet romantic. Back in the day, he was quite the bachelor, always partying and sleeping around. Until he met her.
Claire Armstrong was the daughter of a successful business tycoon. She came from money, and wasn't shy about it. She had stylish short blonde hair, like most of his girlfriends, and huge gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled like the rings on her fingers. She was smart, and sassy, she herself quite the business woman. She kept him in line. He was whipped from the start. That's why he had no qualms about proposing to her.
They were in every tabloid and magazine in New York. NY's biggest bachelor engaged to Samuel Armstrong's only daughter. It was big news.
Every day at 1:00, Claire would arrive at the office and the couple would go for lunch. Afterwards, both would return to their work, burying themselves until 5:00 when he returned home, to change into more casual clothes. A night out on the town. Claire was making him an honest man.
This was his life.