It stands on the east side of 57th avenue. Sitting on the corner to be exact. Heartbreak hotel is. club where anybody who's somebody goes to get high, drunk, and dance the whole night away. Many singers have discovered there. Many dancers even. That...
I pulled in front of the studio with a pang of frustration hitting me in face when I noticed Michael's car in the parking lot. It was 6:30 in the morning and I was hoping that if I beat them there I could at least have some time to myself. Well, that plan was totally ruined. I pulled next to it and cut the engine off. I leaned over and rested my forehead on the stirring wheel. I wasn't prepared for any of this. I wasn't prepared for any of this. I honestly don't think I would've ever been prepared for it, not even if it was ten years from now.
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I sat there for five minutes trying to get the strength to go in there. I thought about turning around and heading back to the hotel that the girls and I had just gotten but anytime I gained up enough courage to do so, something stopped me from making that choice. I groaned pulling my car keys out the ignition and throwing them into my purse. I grabbed it and pushed the car door open, slamming it behind me.
The morning sun was only half way up in the sky and I could already feel the temperature rising as I entered the building. The place was quiet, but I as I neared to our room I could hear music blasting from the inside. It was what sound like a hard rock song with a strong electric guitar sound as it's beat. It was a catchy tone in my opinion. Mindlessly I pushed the door open finding him sitting in a chair with his back turned bobbing his head to the beat. He hadn't changed much at all. He was a lot smaller than I remembered, but that was probably because of his vegetarian diet. I remembered him telling me that it was a great way to stay energized especially while he's dancing. His hair had grown and it was in tight curls. Something that was in style during that time. I had to admit, it did look pretty good on him.
I stepped in, allowing the door to close with a loud click, making my presence known. He turned wide eyed and startled. I wasn't sure if it was because I might have scared him or if it was because I was standing there. I gave him a sheepish smile. "Hey,"
"Hey, Liyah." He said slowly as he stood up. I could tell by the look on his face that he was wondering why I was there. "What are you doing here?" he asked as politely as he possible could.
"Well, I came here hoping I could have some time alone, but it looks like you had the same idea."
He glanced back at the control board. "Yeah, I guess so."
I turned towards the door. "I could leave if--"
"No!" I felt his hand on my shoulder. His touch caused to goose bumps to rise and my neck hairs to stand up. "I'd really like it if you stayed. "
I turned to him, slowly. "Okay, I guess I'll stay."
He smiled." I'm sorry if I seem so...you know...." He began waving his hand searching for the right word.
"It's cool," I walked over to the couch and placed my bag down. " Are you working on a new sound or something?" The music had stopped and the room had fell in silence.
