" Hey lady, is this the place or not." The cabbie yells at me in a thick spanish accent,pulling me out of my thoughts. " Oh Yeah." I quickly pay the cabbie and hop out, and make my way through the Studio One's gleaming glass doors. I smooth my shirt and fuss with my hair."Do I look ok?" I hide my trembling hands behind my back. What was I going to be doing?" "Would I get to write?" Questions buzz through my head like angry bees dragging me deeper into the panic attack I feel coming. I approach the most beautiful fish tak I've ever seen. It's built into a large tall cylindrical pillar and goes from floor to ceiling. I stop for a few seconds, I heard somewhere that whatching fish swim can help ease anxiety, boy did I need some easing right now! The tropical fish swim like colorful rainbows in every hue imaginable, neon pink with black spots, vibrant blues, deep oranges. I catch my reflection in the glass. "Do I look ok" I wonder again if I'd made the right choice. I'm wearing a black Crooks and Castles cocaine and caviar tee, distressed acid washed skinnys with my black and white nines.I smirk to myself remembering Saleemah's freak out this morning when she observed my wardrobe choices........
What do you think so far?? Please please please Comment!! I need feedback!!
