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"TAXI!!!" I yell as I wave my hand in a vigorous manner. Ace stands behind me and hugs his puffy black coat. The black car sees me and pulls over to the side of the street. We get in, separating the cold winter air from our bodies.
"Where to?" The driver asks us without making eye contact.
"The Igloo," I say. Ace raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
"The hell is The Igloo?!" He lifts a hand up to show his confusion. I giggle softly and look at the road, which is now rushing by.
"It's our studio," I shrug and rest my head on Ace's shoulder. He returns the favor and looks out the window at the same time. The driver didn't really mind us doing this. But he DID break the silence.
"You guys dating?" He squints his eyes as he looks at us through the mirror.
"Ehhh not yet," Ace hesitates and looks back out the window. The driver nods and the silence floats in the air again.
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"You've reached your destination," the driver unlocks the doors and I say thank you before getting out. Ace pretends to be a prince (he is to me) and bows slightly down to me.
"M'lady," he chuckles and opens the door for me. We get out of the car and walk to The Igloo's entrance. I pull out my keys and struggle a little to unlock the studio's door. But luckily I got the key to work and the door creeks open.
As I peek in, I see nobody in the pitch darkness and I highly doubt there's anyone in here. It's 10:32 at night, what do you expect?! My feet carry me to the studio and Ace follows me in.
"Are we suppose to be here?" Ace fiddles with his fingers.
"Yeah duh," I whisper and tip toe around. "It's our studio."
The sound of silence lingers in our ears and I take a seat with Ace on the couch. My eyes trail to the recording room and a lightbulb lights up above my head.
"Ya wanna play the instruments in the recording room?" I smirk evilly and Ace smirks back.
"Hell yeah," he nods slowly and looks into my eyes. We jump out of the couch like a rocket and blast to the room.
"I CALL DIBS ON THE DRUMS!!!" I cackle and slip into the recording room. I stumble and sit on the drummer's chair and Ace gets the microphone and guitar.
I slam the drumsticks on the snares and tap my foot to make the bass drum thump. Ace starts making random noises on the mic and I couldn't help but laugh. Everything is sloppy but it's not our fault hehe. We only know bass.
We continue to make noises for the rest of the night until we decide to pass out on the couch.
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