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Part one: I collapse on the couch looking at my freshly cleaned apartment, my music blaring throughout the complex. I did a helluva good job I think to myself. The apartment manager knocks on my door. "Excuse me, Miss Samantha but the music will need to be turned down, due to the fact that we have a very popular band coming to record in our studios soon." I groan and look at the floor...I had completely forgot about the basement studios. "Yeah sure whatever I mumble as I click off the music. "Thank you and have a nice day," he adds before scurrying out the door. I once again resume my collapsed position on the couch and grab my Xbox controller...A notification pops up on my screen letting me know my best friends John and Caroline are on. I join them and put the Call of Duty disk in the drive. "Sup, guys?" I yell over the sounds of video game battle. "Nothing girl! Where's your music? I don't see headphones or nothin!" I'm never without music. "Manager made me shut it down, I yell, we had some wanna be band recording today!" Just then another knock on my door sounds. "Ugh what now!" I scream at the door, but open it anyway . At my door I see five hot guys standing there all looking slightly uncomfortable. Damn. The only word that goes through my mind. "C-can I help you?" I manage to stutter out. "Er yeah, um we were just wondering if you could maybe um just turn the noise down a little? The blonde boy who had just spoke plays with the seam if his shirt. We were just trying to record and the studio walls aren't really that soundproof" he chokes out awkwardly. "Yeah uh sure it's no big deal." The boy with curly hair and green eyes stares at me. "What?" I snap a little too quick. "Er nothing sorry, he mutters. "Okay so is that all?" "Um yeah...so uh thanks again for turning it down." They leave closing the door behind them. I'm snapped back to reality when John yells "WHO THE HELL WERE THEY AND WHY DON'T YOU HAVE THEIR NUMBERS?!?" I smile at the ground. "I dunno, I don't really look like any of their type..." GURL SHUT UR MOUTH!" I glance at the door wanting them to come back. Then it catches my eye. A slip of paper jammed in between the door and the wall.