Played By Strings Of Fate

11th String - I Could Probably Do Better

"Yeah. Were you busy?"

Yes. I was busy trying to rest.

"Not really."

"Can you come down to the studio for a bit?" he asked and I sensed slight hesitance in the way he spoke.

I raised an eyebrow in bewilderment.

No. I don't want to come to your bloody studio tonight.

"Sure."

"Great. Drive safe," he bade before the line went dead.

I sighed. I was tired but what could I do? I had said yes even though I really didn't want to. I'm such a saint.

With an exasperated sigh, I let my feet take me to the door and I hailed a cab. I didn't want to drive there because I would force Clark to drive me home later. We were neighbours after all so he won't mind. Unless he had a date but I highly doubt that.

I closed my eyes for the rest of the drive which was very reckless since the taxi driver could take me anywhere he wanted and I wouldn't know since I'd be in an unconscious state. But I was too tired to be cautious. When I get home, I'm stuffing that lasagna down my throat and heading straight to bed. I don't even wanna think about the massive pile of schoolwork I had neglected the past week.

Shuffling in my seat, I finally found a comfortable position and slept my tired eyes away. I wish I had more time to sleep. I'm always so busy these days. Especially with my part-time job.

**

I walked lazily inside the familiar building towards Clark's room. I've been spending so much time here that I could probably roam around with my eyes closed. It was creepy.

I didn't knock. I was always here anyway so why bother, right?

"I'm telling you, it's fake," I heard Clark say in an annoyed tone the moment I entered.

"It doesn't sound fake," Jesse, who was sat in his usual chair, waved his hands dismissively at Clark.

"To you it doesn't. You have the hearing ability of a 60-year old," Clark retorted, "And your taste is horrid."

I stepped closer to them but they didn't see me. They were too focused on their conversation.

"Hey! I'm your manager," Jesse justified.

Clark snorted, "Unfortunately."

"If I have horrible taste, then that's saying something since you're my pet. So suck it up."

Clark frowned, "Stop acting like a child and wake up."

Jesse frowned back at him, "I think you're forgetting who the professional is here."

"You only played the guitar. You said yourself that can't even sing to save your life."

"My singing has got nothing to do with this. I know music when I hear it."

By this time, I was confused. What the hell are they arguing about?

Clark grunted, "Let's just wait for Jade, okay? You'll see I'm right."

"Right about what?" I asked, causing the both of them to jump in surprise.

"Jade!" Jesse gasped, "You scared the skeleton out of me."

I arched an eyebrow at him, "Sorry?"

Clark chuckled, "Hey Jade," he greeted with a bright smile that made my heart jump violently.

I nodded, forming words were a trial.

Jesse immediately pulled me down to sit next to him.

"Listen to this, quick," he said hastily while fumbling with the control board.