Strings

One

Staring out into my windshield at the stretched road accompanied by bustling city life, including a diverse array of buildings, aligned shoulder-to-shoulder on each side of the black ribbon of uncovered way, is not always the most pleasant of experiences. It is safe to say that I have been blessed on this hot Summer day with the most unimaginable of gifts: rain. Even though I know many people who would stay in bed and break out the sad songs on a grey, humid, wet day like this, I have always had a thing for the rain; sometimes I even hope for thunder.

The ever so needed precipitation put a smile on my face and gave me hope for a good day down at Bolt Records.

Bolt Records, the record company that has been recording and producing rock music for as long as people have been making it, has been my place of employment for about five years. I have plenty of memories of so many musically gifted people; along wonderful memories of the music they made.

Even though the rain did make the long ride from my apartment to the studio better, it quickly lost its novelty. The only thing that could save would be music.

I quickly tuned into my favorite radio station, and the first thing I heard was the bridge of "Distraction" by The Beginning Flame; a song that I was in the studio to help bring into existence. The lead vocalist belted out the lyrics with her impressive range and left me with chills. Her beautiful voice and exemplary pronunciation paired nicely with the whaling of the guitar that sang with her. Once the song came to an end, and the next one played, my mind made a detour. I went from The Beginning Flame, to my all time favorite band: Diamond Bullet.

I love everything about them. The music they make, the band members who make it; magnificent. Each member brings something to the table that creates their one-of-a-kind sound, and their out of this world performances.

With my mental transition from band to band, the radio coincidentally made the same transition and the iconic guitar riff of Diamond Bullet's "Arsenal" blared through me speakers.

Though my mood escalated even higher from the already pleasant one the rain had brought, due to the music fate had decided to play for me, it immediately dropped and plateaued when I pulled in to the parking lot of Bolt Records. I knew that the adjustment of my attitude was not because I had reached my destination, but for the fact that I would miss out on the song that just came onto the radio; and the rain had taken its leave. In its place: a bright, burning Sun, that filled my heart with slight disappointment.

Getting out of my car, I stood in front of the Bolt Records building and took a moment to watch as a large, yellow beam of light spread over the front, that pushed its way through the last of the grey clouds to eagerly introduce itself. The heat from that same light instantly made me hot and uncomfortable, which quickly got me closer to the entrance of the some what large structure that housed my career.

Staring into the lobby through the glass doors that were seemingly spotless, my eyes gravitates toward the front desk of the lobby that the transparent door led to. Seeing that my best friend, Lola, that worked at the front desk was not yet to be seen, my heart sank a little; but no matter, I had to carry on and go about my business in hopes that I can text her later. Without further interruption, I grabbed the right silver, guitar-shaped door handle, attached to the the sleek, corresponding door and journeyed through the lobby, and into my designated work area.