*takes a breath mint before I get off the taxi*
*swiftly pays the driver and rushes out said taxi*
*checks the time once again on my phone*
I'm 45 minutes late, I'm surely dead...
*sighs heavily and enters the building with a frown*
*realizes that the staffs are staring at me*
*mutters quietly to myself*
I must look so ridiculous right now...
*looks down in embarrassment as I walk to the recording room, pitifully rethinking my life*
*is asleep after a long day of redecorating my house*
*i press the snooze button multiple times until after an hour or so i realize i should go to work*
*yawns and stretches my arms then looks at the tims* NO NO NO NO.
*gets up quickly throwing around clothes from my closet and takes a pair of jeans with me and quickly goes to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face just splashing it with water*
*quickly jumps around the room trying to get on my jeans over my pajama shorts then puts a hair clip on my hai which i didnt brush or do anything to and basically its all over the place*
*takes my purse and my laptop bag and rushes to the kitchen and takes a piece of toast and rushes to my car while eating it*
*as i arrive to work having hit many red lights i realize just when i enter the building's door how rediculous i look at the moment*
I woke up naturally, which was odd. Normally the strident alarm of my phone made me jolt in my sleep and wake up. I rubbed my eyes I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. I was late for my recording. “ !” I said before kicking the covers. No time to change nor eat. I rushed to the bathroom, splashed my face with icy water, then rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I could deal with looking like an idiot in my wrinkled sweatpants and Spongebob t-shirt, but I couldn’t support bad morning breath. After finishing my quick clean up, I ran to the entry, tripped over some books, hurt myself, put my shoes jumping on one foot, bumped my knee against the console of the entry and almost lost my mind looking frantically for my wallet. When I finally found it, feeling utterly stupid because the damn thing was in the bowl on the console, I finally left my house. Of course, to add more bad luck, the traffic chose to be blocked, and the subway employees had a strike. Great, awesome. One choice left : run to the company and praying I would look pitiful enough to be excused. Of course, after almost breaking my lungs and having a crisis of athma –I don’t have asthma, but I really thought I was going to die by spitting my lungs- I met nothing but cold stares and whipers saying that I was irresponsible and that, as a lead vocalist, I should be here first and show and exemple. Worst, because I was so out of breath, my entire recording was moved after everyone, so I had to stay and wait until all my bandmates finished to go in. I wanted to cry at the unfair situation, because I trully did my best to come despite everything, yet no one seemed to care. I thought of texting my boyfriend but I chose not to. I don't think I can handle disapointing someone else right now.
Well i dont belong to any agency but umma and appa and almost my whole family belong here -.-
*walks in with a bunny costume and screams whole running around like a mad man*