Chapter 43 : Funhouse
*Ophelia*
A yawn escapes me, and I do my best to attempt to stifle it. I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks, which, in a way, I really haven’t. I’ve spent every day, non-stop, in the studio with the music I’m trying to learn. I’m also emotionally exhausted, wishing I could turn off the annoyance and frustration.
“Miss Lane, do you need another coffee?” David asks into the microphone that reaches my headphones. They’re wrapped around my neck as I practice, so his voice surprises me. I look up at the glass window, and he’s looking at me with some concern. Do I look as tired as I feel?
“I shouldn’t,” I say into my mic.
He glances somewhere I’m unable to see, then says, “You’re working hard. I’ll get my intern to ask what everyone wants; we could all use some coffee.”