Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed (30)

A few days later found Keely strolling down the street in a plain gray tank top underneath a beige jacket, her ginger hair flooding down across her shoulders, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her torn jeans, humming carelessly to the Bob Dylan that was blasting through her ears.

For the practically the first time since coming to the city, she was getting looks from those that were passing her. Keely had a few theories as to why that was. One, she was probably humming louder than she thought she was. Two, the guitar case was hitting people as she walked. Three, they had just seen one of the many gossip magazines that had pictures from she and her friends' night out on the cover. And four, she was walking much slower than the rest of the people bustling about around her.

Although she had a sneaking suspicion that it was option number three.

Even Keely had stopped at one of the magazine stands to buy a copy, planning to read it later, the title proclaiming: 'Late Night Fun In NYC'. But it was stuffed into her shoulder bag at that moment.

Yes, she was in an incredibly good mood.

Her morning had gone perfectly. She'd had enough sleep. She had her guitar. She had Bob Dylan in her ears. She had a coffee in her hand, and had already eaten a bagel with enough cream cheese she thought it might make someone like Rachael Gosling who worked so hard to keep the model physique faint. There was a soft sun shining down between the enormous buildings, giving her a hint of warmness that she'd been missing during the cloudy October days so the tiny strip of her stomach showing between the top of her jeans and tank top was not freezing.

And it didn't matter that she was going to be two minutes late since she decided to walk most of the way to the studio, even though Seth would be sure to chew her out for that, but she doubted even Seth simply being in her day could ruin it.

Calling happy hellos to those inside UAE Records, Keely immediately made her way towards their habitual Studio C. The studio was beginning to seem like a home away from home, she had never used another one so far in her stint in New York. Sipping on her coffee, she could only wonder how she would feel about not having this studio while they recorded on the road.

She she opened the door, Keely was ready to scowl at Seth and make some snarky comment in response to the sharp words he'd hurl at her for being late. But when she stepped inside, the control room was empty.

Frowning she stepped forward so she could see inside the studio in case Seth was setting up.

But there was no one there either.

She was sure he hadn't been in the studio when she'd shown up, and the boy had never just left when she had been late before.

Anyways, if she needed any proof that he hadn't shown up yet, it was the fact that nothing had been set up inside the sound booth or the studio. And every time that she'd been late before, he'd have the board ready for whatever song they would be working on, and the same for the studio for if they were doing vocals or instruments.

Shrugging, she put down her coffee, bag and guitar case, moving into the studio to set up the mic since he'd told her the day before he thought they should use a U-87 mic for the vocals on the newest song.

Yet an hour and many cups of coffee later, there was still no sign of him.

By that time she was fuming, pacing up and down the control room, the coffee jittering about in her system.

The door swung open behind her, and furious, Keely spun on her heel, ready to tear him apart piece by piece. "Seth I swear to god-" she cut off hastily, when she saw shaggy blonde hair opposed to Seth's dark.