It was going to be a long night. Fixing the ink machine to at least slow down the leak would take at least a couple of hours, but to stop it completely might take quadruple the amount.
However, Joey didn't seem the least bit concerned and just told everyone "Take advantage of this time to start working ahead. Especially the music department since I've heard about how difficult it is to write some quality tunes."
Needless to say, that left Sammy a little ticked. He was usually still at the studio working late after Evelyn left anyway, locking himself in either his office or the recording studio. Then he wouldn't leave until he had finished his songs or until he had pushed himself past his limits, often sacrificing meals and hours worth of sleep.
Evelyn checked the clock to see that it had been at least five or six hours since the ink machine nearly exploded, and since Sammy had, yet again, locked himself in the recording studio. Evelyn and Wally has been cleaning up the stairs where some of the ink hadn't completely drained, so she didn't have much time to check on him.
"Just go on." Wally told her, to which she responded with a confused look. "It's written all over your face. You're worried about Sammy. It makes sense, just go check on him, there isn't much of a mess left anyway."
Evelyn took her leave and knocked on the door to the studio. There wasn't any answer. No sound of music, or the scribbling of pen on paper. She went around to the stairs leading to the upper level of the recording studio where the projector was kept.
Looking down, there was no sign of Sammy. No sign except for a huge open door that Evelyn hadn't noticed before.
She walked back down the stairs to Wally, who was cleaning up the last puddle of ink. "Do you have your keys? The door is locked, and he's probably in the back room." She asked.
Wally tossed a few keys on a thin metallic hoop to her, "It's the smaller key."
She thanked him and went to open the door concealing the recording studio. She turned the knob but only got the door a couple inches open before it was stopped by a heavy box. Evelyn pushed as hard as she could against its weight, wondering why Sammy would make such an effort to keep her out of the studio.
When she got the door open just a little further, she stopped and slipped through. Sammy was still not in her sight, so she went over to the newly opened area she saw from the loft. It was a narrow hall with a turn into another room, which is where she found Sammy.
He was sitting at a desk in the corner, his consciousness seeming to have completely left his mind. His eyes were even darker than before, and his entire body appeared to be trembling while he messily wrote each note on the page.
Evelyn walked a little closer to him, and shook his shoulder. He didn't even noticed her until she said his name, making him jump up from his chair.
"Heyheyhey, calm down!" Evelyn exclaimed, backing up. "You alright?"
Sammy took a few seconds to catch his breath, "I'm fine," He finally got out, "Just a little 'out of it.'"
"No kidding." Evelyn commented.
As she examined him a little closer, she saw a few drops of black smeared across his lips, most likely still there from the flooding earlier.
"Take a break, from the moment I saw you, you've done nothing but work and write like your running out of time." She told him.
"I haven't finished." Sammy responded.
"Well at least go clean off the ink before it stains your face." Evelyn recommended to him, making him tense up for a moment before nodding and leaving the room.
She looked back at the desk to see that the ink well was almost completely empty, and under the desk were mounds of them. Some were empty, some were full. However, there was no evident reason that he needed that much ink, even with the amount of pages he fills with music.
Evelyn's thoughts were interrupted by Wally walking into the studio. "What did you do? Kiss him?" He asked.
She looked him with a disgusted and confused look on her face as she emerged from the hall, hoping the heat across her cheeks wasn't visible.
"Don't act like you didn't! He ran out coverin' his mouth, and I see that magic there!" Wally exclaimed.
"Didn't you say that about him and Susie too? Pick one." Evelyn replied.
"You didn't answer my question!" He nagged.
"Stop acting like we're in middle school." She responded as her face started to turn a light pink.
"Or did he kiss you?" He asked.
"Wally...!" She said sounding more irritated.
"Did you two, somehow in that short amount of time manage to-" Wally was cut off by a now reddened Evelyn.
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence."
"So you did?" He shouted.
"I will slap you into the next century if you don't shut up, and I know I'm not that threatening but I can very easily find Lacie and Thomas." She said, her words starting to run together towards the end of her sentence.
"Okay..." He quickly replied, nearly shrinking down to half of his normal height.
"He hardly shows any romantic interest in me anyway. Clearly, you of all people should see that." Evelyn remarked, walking towards the door,
"Eh, kinda. Sammy's a hard person to read. You, however, not so much." Wally responded, making her turn back around.
"Wally?"
"I wanted to see flying cars anyway." He muttered, referring to her threat.
"Well, I'm not saying you're wrong, but I'm not confirming anything either." She lightly sighed, "Susie seems to already have eyes on him."
"You saw him first. Besides, Susie voiced that dog a little too well." He finished before Evelyn walked out the studio door to put away the mop she left in the stairwell.
A/N: Hey! It's been a minute. I got a bit of writer's block less than a quarter way through the chapter, but it's gone for now. It will probably attack me next chapter. The schedule I had in mind, is kinda dead now. Now it's just, "I might decide to post this Wednesday/Saturday (I've decided those are going to be my posting days), I might not."
In the description I said that this was going to be a 'character x character,' and it is, but romance usually doesn't start up right away if we're being realistic, at least with me anyway. It grows and develops over the span of time that you know a person. I know in fan fiction, Y/N will normally be like "The second I saw his blue orbs, I knew I wanted to marry him." But NO! Not in my story! The seeds are just now being planted.
This story could potentially start getting a little angst-fluffy because of one of my theories, but what's a cringe-worthy fan fiction without some of it?
Also, feel free to comment some ideas and/or recommendations for this story. You might help the writer's block a lot by doing that, and the schedule might be resurrected.
Anyway, see you next chapter!