Make Me Feel Alive

"Are you heading out, Morgan?" Mr. Burrows called as I logged out of my computer. I swiveled to look at him as he stopped by my desk.
He looked like the typical producer, in my opinion. Gray hair, gray mustache, thin glasses and nice suits, but he was a lot nicer then some of the other ones I'd met. Honestly, he was my favorite.
"You live toward the south side, right?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah. do you need something?"
He looked a little embarrassed. "Well, I need these papers to be at the other studio across town as our bands are touring together... And I forgot. I need them signed by six."
"It's five now." I stared at him.
"You see my dilemma? Could you be a dear and drop them off on your way home?"
No, not really. "Sure. What's the address?"
"Oh, thank you so much," he hastily scribbled it down on a post it, and handed me the files. "I'll make it up to you somehow."
"I'll get these over there, then," I forced a smile, and tucked them into my purse. I typed the address into my phone; I had never been to any of the other studios in the city, so I had no idea how to get there.
After forty-five minutes, I walked into the other studio. Its funny how they all managed to look the same.
Now which floor did I go too? I looked at the sticky note, and started for the stairs. I huffed, and miraculously made it there within five minutes.
I hurried to the receptionist desk for the floor, and stood there anxiously when I saw it was empty.
Oh no. I glanced around, but the floor seemed awful quiet. Was I too late?
"Hello? " I called, holding the papers in my hand.
Please tell me I didn't flub this up.
I turned hopefully as I heard a noise, and I saw a womam stumble hastily from one of the back rooms, smoothing out her hair.
Well.
"Can I help you?" shr asked, looking embarrassed.
"Um, yeah, I'm from Starling. Mr. Burrows needs these signed ASAP."
"Oh, okay. Let me run these back to Harris and I'll get them signed for you. He's still here I think."
"Oh, thank you so much," I said in relief, and watched as she hurried down an opposite hall.
Well that was taken care of.
Though she probably should have finished buttoning her shirt.
"Hey, Morgan!"
I turned at the sound of my name. Oh.
"Hi," I tightened my hold on my bag as Ashley strolled casually down the hallway. What was he doing --- well, I KNEW what he had been doing.
Okay, brain, just stop.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, stopping a few feet from me, his thumbs hooked in his very tight pockets.
"Uh, I had to drop off some papers. You guys are touring with Escape from Grace and there was more paperwork involved that, that was involved," I studied the floor.
I'd had the idiocy to ask one of the other staff members before who he was, and after a major earful of disbelief I knew way more then I had ever intended too about him.
"Huh. Funny how we keep running into each other, isn't it?
" "We both have similar places to be." I took a step back. "It was nice seeing you again."
"Yeah --- hey, why don't we hang out sometime?" he asked, sending me a very arrogant crooked smile that probably worked its magic on every female he ever encountered.
But he had literally just come from messing around with the secretary --- so not going to happen.
"Um, no thanks. I don't think my boyfriend would agree," I sent him a nervous smile and then literally scurried to the stairs and out of that building so fast I left half of myself behind.

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