Read it if you want to know.
I was finally here.
It wasn't much of a studio, but whatever.
There were guitars and trash everywhere. Not to mention half-empty Ramen Noodles cups. LOT'S of them.
My voice ehoed through the vast building.
I dropped my suitcases.
"Who are you?"
A tall, lean boy stood at the door.
"Lexi. You're new bodyguard."
"What? You're Lexi?"
I smiled acwardly.
He stuck out his skinny hand.
I took it.
"But how can you be a bodyguard, you're really skinny."
"I started taking Kung-Fu when I was 5."
"Oh thats cool."
He looked down at his feet.
"So, I'll show you you're room if you want."
"That would be helpful."
I lugged my suitcases down the long corridor until we reached a large, brown door.
He opened it.
"Well, here we are."
I looked around the 1980s-style.
There was a bed, a night stand, a lamp and blink-182 posters tacked on the yellowed walls. I set my leather suitcases down slowly on the carpeted floor.
"Sorry it's not very homley. We won't be staying here long anyways. Tour starts in a month."
I fake laughed.
A door slamed shut.
"Uh-oh. I'll be right back."
I sat at the edge of the bed. What the hell was I doing here anyways? Bodyguard? These guys don't even need a bodygu-
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO RECORD OVER SESEME STREET!!!"
"BUT AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL WAS GOING TO BE ON!!! I HAD TO!!!"
What the hell?
I walked quickly out of the room.
A bearded guy and a slightly chubby guy were tackling each other.
"STOP!! YOU GUYS ARE KILLING EACH OTHER!!"
Ryan tried to seperated them. I could see that wasn't going to work; he'd probably kill himself because he's so skinny.
The two guys fell to the ground and stared at me.
"You guys need to chill out, okay?"
"What's you're name and who are you?"
The chubby one asked.
"Lexi. I'm you're new bodyguard.
"YAY!! You're pretty!!"
The bearded one started jumping on the couch.
"I'm Jonathan Jacob Walker. At You're service."
"Ryan did you buy any Cookie Crisp? I'm starving."
"In the kitchen Jon, as always."
He skipped away.