I’ll see you tomorrow.” Grace unlocked her sound studio and stepped inside. She flicked on the lights and walked through the spacious main area to her private office in the back. She’d set up the room as a comfortable place where she could regroup between students or sessions. A combination office and dressing area, the space held a comfortable couch, a desk for her computer and other equipment, cabinets for files and supplies, a small refrigerator filled with bottled water, and a recently installed shower. Various percussion instruments dotted her shelves. An electronic keyboard and several guitars lined another wall. It was her home away from home. Appreciating the quiet, she finished up a huge pile of paperwork she’d been avoiding, forcing herself to stay on task. After she finished the last form, she placed it on top of the pile and glanced at the clock. 1 a.m. Fuck. Too late to go home. She stretched her neck back and forth. Looks like another night on the couch. She’d barely taken off her shoes when her cell phone rang.
