mOth GIRL COME MORROW I WANT ANOTHER RP WITH YOU

(^.^ since i have nothing better to write about I’ll just flashback it)

Alex slept on, tired by how much he worked. He had set his alarm in case he forgot, and sat in his bed, idly staring at the metropolis. He bit his lip, shaking his head. It was a stupid thing to cry over, an argument.

Alex slept on, his eyes were still a little red and puffy. Yet that wasn’t his worry then. He’d picked up his laptop and set it on his bed, rubbing his face and putting on his headphones. He opened up his musicwriting application and immediately went to work. He ignored every well-wishing urge to lay down and sleep it off. Writers, especially musicwriters, didn’t sleep things off. Yet ne couldn’t stop a few tears from rolling down his face. Well, more than a few. He was sobbing. A lot. He wouldn’t admit that, though.

Alex had finished writing and went on to singing it, without any real intention for a beat or actual instrumentation behind it. Perhaps when he got home he’d play a little piano for it, until then, he’d just sung his heart out. He used his choked, deeply upset voice, shutting his eyes as he sung. He sung out, too. He wailed his emotions, thorough the deep mournful tune running through his mind. If he had any neighbors (which he didn’t, considering it is the penthouse), they would’ve heard his bellyaching, he was singing so loud. Though, one wouldn’t call it bellyaching…

Bellyaching was a bad connotation for what he was doing. So is belching. He was-
Alex twitched awake as his phone rung. He glanced over at it and lifted it up. He answered without checking the contact.
“Hello?” He asked in his very hoarse, tired, still deep with grief voice.

Alex set his head down, rubbing his puffy eyes.
“Hey. What’s up?” He tried to sound casual, last night’s events jogging his memory.

Alex inhaled softly opening his eyes to face the ceiling. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday,” He tried to say it as loud as possible with his aching voice.

Alex sighed. Usually he’d make a joke out of what she said but he was too exausted and emotionally drained to do so.
“That’s alright. I’m still sorry, though.” Remorse was pretty much the only emotion he felt, though.

“Tonight?” Alex asked gently. “Yeah, I guess we could. It’d be nice.” He sat up a little. His back ached from being hunched over almost the entire night.

Alex grinned meekly. “Sure. Sounds great. See you then, yeah?”

“Bye, Autumn.” He pressed ‘End Call’ and set the phone down. He stretched out slowly, shaking his head slightly. Time to get ready…
Alex did indeed get himself ready, had plenty of time to stall on some stuff. It was 2:30 when he left the hotel in his neat suit, tie and loafers. He hailed a taxi, made sure his hair was smooth and commuted to the office building that was on the back of the business card.

Alex paid the taxi-driver, pocketed his wallet carefully and out of the taxi he went. He looked up at the office-building, grinning. He also felt nervous, but the bustling cityside and hopeful wind breathed life back into him. He made sure his tie was straight before walking into the building, gazing around at the fancy decor.

Alex looked down at her, matching her grin. “Hi! I’m Alexander Langton here for a meeting?”

Alex nodded. “Yep, Alexander Langton at three o’clock.” He smiled patiently.

Alex bowed slightly. “Thank you.” He turned heel and went to go sit. He got comfortable in the leather chair in the lobby, making note to compliment Chyels’ style.

Alex waited patiently, tapping his foot slightly to the Jeopardy music in his head. When he was called, he rose and walked over to great the woman.
“Hello there. I am Alexander.” He stuck out his hand, hoping with all of his might this was Brooklyn.