@devilish-cartoon liked for a starter!
Step. Tap. Step. Tap. Went the man's shoes, hitting against the dirty wooden floor as small stacks of paper jostled in his grip.
Ohh, of course, had to be today's deadline. No, not next week like agreed- it just HAD to be today. Not like he was considering writing a few music sheets of his own, in the spare time that Joey should have given him- instead of STRESSING OVER TH.
Calm yourself, Lawrence.
C-
A wall.
He ran into a wall.
Stumbling back, left hand grasping for his newly bruised forehead, a low groan had risen from the director's chest. And, laying dased eyes upon the paperwork scattered across the.. th..
-"Oh- F- Goddamnit.”














