Post by Mackenzie Holden on Jul 8, 2008 21:44:41 GMT
G-Major loomed in front of her, the bright orange building as orange as ever. The windows were tinted and they shined teasingly in front of her, casting a glare into Mack's eyes. It would be the third time she's walked into G-Major without telling anyone she was coming in, only this time it would be different because she hadn't spoken to anyone at G-Major in 4 years. Mack bit her bottom lip gently and pushed her hair out of her eyes before pulling open the glass door and entering into the air conditioned building. The regular humdrum of the studio passed over Mack as she stood in the main lobby. People were rushing to and fro, the receptionist was chatting easily on the phone, filing her nails. A drummer was playing his sticks against the railing on the upstairs loft. Mack looked around and breathed in deeply, that familiar scent of music settling itself in her lungs. She wondered how welcome she would be, she wondered if they would hug her or shun her. She had abandoned them, and while most of them (excluding Tommy) had understood, she couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension about it.
"No…effin'…way… Mack?" She was startled out of her daze and looked around for the source of the voice. "Up here!" Mack lifted her gaze to the railing of the loft and saw that the drummer who had been playing around with his sticks, was Kyle Tepp; the drummer from her band way back when. He looked completely different, his messy hair was now trimmed short and he dressed less like a teenage boy and more like an adult. It hit Mack that he was now 25. He would be acting more like an adult now. She managed a smile, though inside she was shaking to the very core of her being, and a small wave as Kyle swung over the railing onto the ledge below and then down onto the couch on the main floor. "Guys, you'll never guess who just walked back into our lives!" Mack looked sheepish and crossed her arms over her chest as Kyle approached her and then wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, "Wow! You're really here! Damn! You know, everyone was saying you'd never come back… but I never gave up on you." Mack chuckled and managed to hug Kyle back.
"Well, thanks, I guess…" Kyle laughed and pulled back before dragging her into the main frame of the building. The lounge. The couch was still there, the small kitchen there, too, but there was a new sound system, a new plasma television, and a wall filled with guitars that instantly drew Mack's attention. People stopped talking and doing what they were doing as they entered, Mack's eyes were still on the guitars. They were fantastic guitars, she was just itching to get her hands on them, to play them, to make them make noise. That would have to wait, though. She pulled herself out of her reverie and looked around at all the people. Not many of them she could recognize, but there were a few here and there that she had worked with. Kwest, being one of them. He stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes locked on Mack. Kwest was Tommy's best friend, he had been for as long as they'd known each other.
The sight of Kwest made Mack look around again, her eyes searching for the familiar figure of Tom Quincy. His blue eyes that could make her melt, his dark hair. Mack swallowed as her eyes roamed slowly over the room, he wasn't there. "Well, don't just stand there…" Kyle finally said over the deafening silence, "It's Mack! Wait until To—"
"Kyle, I'd advise you to be quiet for once." Mack blanched at Kwest's tone, her eyes dropping to the floor. This was exactly what she was afraid of. She crossed her arms over her chest again and kept her gaze away from Kwest. He had walked from the kitchen to stand in front of her, she could feel him there, looming over her, ominous. There was something that Mack didn't know about, she could feel it as he looked at her, but it wasn't her place to ask anymore than it was his place to tell. "Why don't we step into Studio 2?" It sounded like a question, but it wasn't. Mack merely nodded and followed Kwest away from everyone and Kyle, into Studio 2. The studios hadn't changed, that much was for sure. Maybe they'd upgraded the equipment, but the layout was the same as it always had been. Kwest closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, as if he were trapping her. Mack looked up at him, not quite sure what to say or do. Finally, Kwest spoke; "You look well."
Mack managed a smile, still a little uneasy about everything, "Thanks. So do you. How's everything been here?" Kwest shrugged and moved away from the door to sit in one of the black leather chairs, more like a casual thing than as if he were interrogating her; even though they both knew that he was doing just that.
"It's been good. We've got some new artists, but there's this new label that's been beating everyone out of the water. Arc Records." Mack blanched unnoticeably. That was Rae's label. When Mack had heard about Rae starting up her own label years and years ago, Mack had been completely proud of her. Her sister's bestfriend had a gift for finding great talent. She would have signed on with Arc Records if she wasn't already signed with G-Major. It then dawned on Mack that people probably thought she had signed on with them and that's she had left. Which was the furthest thing from the truth. Mack opened her mouth to say something but Kwest cut her off, "Chill, Mack, it's okay. I know that you aren’t signed with them. After you left, Tom had me check out Arc Records – and while the president, Raelee Gray's a fine woman if I may add, was rather upset that I had to check up on you, she told me that you had moved to the States. She wouldn't give me any other information on the topic.
"Which is fine, because it meant I couldn't give much more information to Tom." Mack looked down at her shoes, the bronze coloured open toed high heel that she had spent 200 dollars on. "There's something you should know about him, before you see him, Mack." She looked up again, waiting for him to tell her that Tom hated her, that he never wanted to see her again. After all, that was what Mack was expecting, wasn’t it? She was expecting to be hated, loathed, despised, turned away. What came out of his mouth was worse, even though it shouldn't… "He's getting married tomorrow."
"No…effin'…way… Mack?" She was startled out of her daze and looked around for the source of the voice. "Up here!" Mack lifted her gaze to the railing of the loft and saw that the drummer who had been playing around with his sticks, was Kyle Tepp; the drummer from her band way back when. He looked completely different, his messy hair was now trimmed short and he dressed less like a teenage boy and more like an adult. It hit Mack that he was now 25. He would be acting more like an adult now. She managed a smile, though inside she was shaking to the very core of her being, and a small wave as Kyle swung over the railing onto the ledge below and then down onto the couch on the main floor. "Guys, you'll never guess who just walked back into our lives!" Mack looked sheepish and crossed her arms over her chest as Kyle approached her and then wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, "Wow! You're really here! Damn! You know, everyone was saying you'd never come back… but I never gave up on you." Mack chuckled and managed to hug Kyle back.
"Well, thanks, I guess…" Kyle laughed and pulled back before dragging her into the main frame of the building. The lounge. The couch was still there, the small kitchen there, too, but there was a new sound system, a new plasma television, and a wall filled with guitars that instantly drew Mack's attention. People stopped talking and doing what they were doing as they entered, Mack's eyes were still on the guitars. They were fantastic guitars, she was just itching to get her hands on them, to play them, to make them make noise. That would have to wait, though. She pulled herself out of her reverie and looked around at all the people. Not many of them she could recognize, but there were a few here and there that she had worked with. Kwest, being one of them. He stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes locked on Mack. Kwest was Tommy's best friend, he had been for as long as they'd known each other.
The sight of Kwest made Mack look around again, her eyes searching for the familiar figure of Tom Quincy. His blue eyes that could make her melt, his dark hair. Mack swallowed as her eyes roamed slowly over the room, he wasn't there. "Well, don't just stand there…" Kyle finally said over the deafening silence, "It's Mack! Wait until To—"
"Kyle, I'd advise you to be quiet for once." Mack blanched at Kwest's tone, her eyes dropping to the floor. This was exactly what she was afraid of. She crossed her arms over her chest again and kept her gaze away from Kwest. He had walked from the kitchen to stand in front of her, she could feel him there, looming over her, ominous. There was something that Mack didn't know about, she could feel it as he looked at her, but it wasn't her place to ask anymore than it was his place to tell. "Why don't we step into Studio 2?" It sounded like a question, but it wasn't. Mack merely nodded and followed Kwest away from everyone and Kyle, into Studio 2. The studios hadn't changed, that much was for sure. Maybe they'd upgraded the equipment, but the layout was the same as it always had been. Kwest closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, as if he were trapping her. Mack looked up at him, not quite sure what to say or do. Finally, Kwest spoke; "You look well."
Mack managed a smile, still a little uneasy about everything, "Thanks. So do you. How's everything been here?" Kwest shrugged and moved away from the door to sit in one of the black leather chairs, more like a casual thing than as if he were interrogating her; even though they both knew that he was doing just that.
"It's been good. We've got some new artists, but there's this new label that's been beating everyone out of the water. Arc Records." Mack blanched unnoticeably. That was Rae's label. When Mack had heard about Rae starting up her own label years and years ago, Mack had been completely proud of her. Her sister's bestfriend had a gift for finding great talent. She would have signed on with Arc Records if she wasn't already signed with G-Major. It then dawned on Mack that people probably thought she had signed on with them and that's she had left. Which was the furthest thing from the truth. Mack opened her mouth to say something but Kwest cut her off, "Chill, Mack, it's okay. I know that you aren’t signed with them. After you left, Tom had me check out Arc Records – and while the president, Raelee Gray's a fine woman if I may add, was rather upset that I had to check up on you, she told me that you had moved to the States. She wouldn't give me any other information on the topic.
"Which is fine, because it meant I couldn't give much more information to Tom." Mack looked down at her shoes, the bronze coloured open toed high heel that she had spent 200 dollars on. "There's something you should know about him, before you see him, Mack." She looked up again, waiting for him to tell her that Tom hated her, that he never wanted to see her again. After all, that was what Mack was expecting, wasn’t it? She was expecting to be hated, loathed, despised, turned away. What came out of his mouth was worse, even though it shouldn't… "He's getting married tomorrow."
