suzukokoro:

Another day, another recording session. They were becoming common practice for Suzuko as her creativity hit a high as she produced better lyrics and stronger compositions. A lot of her songs she had been unhappy with, and knew she would not record them or perform them. But even she had to admit that a couple of her latest creations had turned out rather nicely. The recording were more for her own personal portfolio so that she could keep improving; but there was always a possibility that something had the potential to be a future hit.

The session had drawn to a close and the girl was currently packing away her guitar and making sure to collect the disc with the raw product. It wasn’t an assignment piece so there had been no need to overly polish the piece or to do professional mixing. It was just for personal usage. An audio memo.

Suzuko had been about to leave when she heard a thud and noticed that she had knocked something on to the floor. The guitarist knelt down and her hands picked up a book. It had certainly been used a lot and wear and tear had taken its toll on some of it. It wasn’t hers, but she had no idea who else it could belong to.

Her fingers traced the binding before she stood back up and opened the first page. There was no name inside, but she knew better than to continue reading and shut it again. “Hm…I should had this in to Hyuuga-sensei…” she aired her thoughts aloud as she readjusted the straps on her shoulders and headed back out of the door, still inspecting the journal in her hand.

“Ah… dammit!” Aine gasped, trying to catch back his breath. Running all the way from the dorms to the recording studios, the tealette was definitely out of shape and out of breath. Panting hard, he struggled to get a grip on the first recording studio and slowly opened the door, straggling himself in. Luckily for him, it was unoccupied and Aine began his thorough search for his journal. His face fell in disappointment when the missing notebook did not appear. 

Sighing, he stood up after checking underneath a table and tried to recall which recording studio had he left it. Nonetheless, his memory (as frail as it could be) did not give him any clues to the whereabouts of his composition. He palmed his forehead.

After making one last check in the first room, the man moved on to another recording room, and then the one after. By the fifth room, Aine was ready to rip his teal hair out; stress building up over his carelessness that led to this situation.

“…Okay, calm down, Aine,” he took a deep breath, reassuring himself, “Someone probably found it and took it to the office or something.”

But that didn’t stop him from palming his forehead again, not knowing which office would have it.

Tagged as: #in which aine overstresses #suzukokoro #lost and found #ic