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"No, thank you." He shook his head and turned around to walk. His alarm clock had woken him up quite early today, though he didn't have to show up at the studio very early. Oliver just wanted to be sure he was there on time and that he wasn't stressed. Not today. Not when they had work to do. The man did what he could to maintain his mellow state of mind. When he got outside he fished out his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car, smirking. The girl who'd taken his order had apparently recognised him. She handled it well. Oliver thought. Some people over reacted and that could be awkward to deal with. Only a few days ago had they been given their keys to the studio. They could come and go as they pleased. Of course, it would be much easier to have their own studio. As in, a studio they would pay for and buy all the equipment they needed, as well as hiring the people they needed to record their albums. It was wildly expensive though, so they had to produce albums by renting studios and selling said albums afterwards. That way they might eventually get the money to build their own sometime.

"Mmh! It's SO DELICIOUS!" Oliver turned the wheel left up the road and took another sip of his coffee. The man had half shouted, even causing a pedestrian to look in his direction. That made him chuckle. He was an odd person and he knew it. Then again, I don't know anyone who isn't odd. Sitting there, commenting on funny people on the street (while completely alone, mind you), Oliver made his way to the studio. He was excited to work on this album. He had a bunch of ideas, looked forward to hearing everyone else's ideas. Then there was the sad part about some band members leaving, but that also meant that they got to work with new people. He'd half expected himself to be nervous about that, but no. Not in the slightest. Just excited. On the first day in the studio, the actual work they got done was always limited. In his experience, it was almost always spent on talking about things and maybe throwing a few riffs around and jamming out ideas. Some time would probably also be spent on getting to know the new bass player. It was a she. A she bass player.
Oliver was curious to see how Gavriel was going to behave around her. He was always charming. And how was the she bass player going to tackle that.

Gavriel was a founding member. Oliver had known him for quite some time and considered him one of his very, very best friends. From day one, they'd hit it off. Oliver himself was easy going, but hard working and full of ideas and energy. Gavriel was a good singer, equally hard working and charming. He was so likeable. When they had first started playing together, Oliver had put his arm around Gavriel's shoulders and claimed that the two of them would start a band that would really take them somewhere. Now they were well on their way.

The black Audi Q7 turned up the dirt road and drove the short distance to the studio building. It didn't look like a studio building, which was good since people who might consider breaking in were disinterested. It didn't look like anyone else was there yet. He couldn't see any other cars. Oliver parked nearest the entrance and opened the door, getting out and breathing the crisp morning air. He took another sip of his coffee and bobbed his head from side to side "Oh, Lord this is good coffee." He stated, closing his eyes for a moment. He then proceeded to rest the cup on the roof of his car while getting out a pack of cigarettes. Meanwhile he had an internal debate about which of his bandmates would be there first. "Daisuke." He mumbled as he lit the cigarette.

The place was nice. There wasn't a lot of noise. It was kind of remote - as remote as remote is in Los Angeles - so they weren't bothered all the time. They could actually go outside and have a cigarette without people walking up to them, taking pictures and start conversations and all that. Of course, interacting with people who enjoyed your music and found you interesting was good, but they would never get any work done if that happened each time one of them went outside to smoke.

Oliver's train of thought was interrupted when his phone began to buzz. He reached into his pocket and saw that it was his sister calling him. "Siggi!" He said when he pressed the green button on the screen and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello, brother." Siggi's voice came through the speaker and he smiled. She was in Los Angeles as well and had requested permission to come see him in the studio and perhaps get a sneak peek. "I'm just calling to ask when's a good time to stop by?"

He knew that she was going to visit him in the studio, but hadn't really given it more thought. Maybe today wouldn't be a good day, since it was the first day. "Well.. I think we've got our plates full today, but maybe tomorrow or in a few days when we've really started?" The half American, half Danish hulk kicked a few rocks away and took another drag of his cigarette.

"Oh, okay. Well, just when it suits you best, Oli!" His sister said happily. Both of them looked forward to seeing one another. Their schedules hadn't allowed for much family time lately. "And of course, if your bandmates don't mind."

It was still strange to hear her call them bandmates. She knew Gavriel very well and had for a long time. She had also grown to be completely comfortable around Daisuke by now. "I'm sure they don't mind. I think they'll have a few people over as well. It's not like we're planning something super secret here that the public can't know about." Oliver chuckled. "But-" He interrupted himself by taking a sip of coffee. "Mmh... Maybe you can come by this evening? We can go out and get something to eat." He suggested, thinking that might suit everyone.

He could already hear on the way she drew her breath that she was looking forward to that. "That sounds great. Text me when to come over, okay? I know where it is." Siggi said and smiled brightly.

They said farewell and Oliver returned to smoking and drinking coffee. In the cool morning air he stood and relaxed, beginning to tidy up his head. With the time he had until his band arrived, that'd be a good way to spend it.