Welcome. Take a seat.
Er, you're probably sitting already.
The rush hour's over, so things should be a little more low-key.
Make yourself comfortable. There's a dusty keyboard over there, maybe you can toy around with it.
Oh, look who it is.
Hey! I'll get my usual.
The morning usual or afternoon usual?
Afternoon. I'm just vibing for now.
Coming right up.
You met the intern finger too, huh? Wild.
Yeah. I was just talking about you earlier, actually.
Really?
Yeah, I was talking about how great the stuff on your Bandcloud is.
Woah, for real?
...nah, you're lying.
Yeah. I'm lying.
I've got a job already. Can't be your "pass out my mixtapes" person.
Sure you can. We're at that level of friendship, right?
Almost. Keep workin' at it, bud.
Here's your order.
Don't tell number twenty-seven that I let you skip them in line.
Secret's safe with me. Thanks.
I know it's in a hospital, but is it weird to like the vibe in here?
You like it here?
Yeah. It's got atmosphere, y'know?
Haha, whatever you say.
Aside from doctors, I'm used to serving hipster loners in here.
So I'm glad I can help maintain your pristine, natural habitat.
Hey...
Just kidding. Well, not really.
I like this song. What is it?
I mean, it doesn't really have a name.
Just an old file I still put on sometimes.
Wait... is this YOU? That's you, on guitar?
Yeah. This is from a while ago. I used to dabble.
Woah, that's awesome. I didn't realize you were a musician.
Heh, I'm not sure I'd call myself that. I just strum around.
But still...this is great. It sets the mood.
I barely even remember making this.
It's like my younger self is here, keeping me company with her guitar.
Maybe that's why I keep it in rotation.
To keep myself company.
Makes sense to me. I get that.
Y'know, you mentioned something yesterday, that you need coffee to write music.
Why is that?
I don't know. Sometimes I can't come up with ideas.
Other times...I just get in my own head.
Like, "maybe I accidentally stole this chord progression from something I already heard..."
I get trapped in that...it's frustrating.
But when I drink coffee...it helps me stop thinking about that stuff.
I can stay up late, so late that I can't even think straight.
Then, finally, I can write music.
Well, glad I can help, then. All finished?
Yeah. I should probably head to my room.
See ya around, Nicole.
Thanks for the chat. Later!
