Studio

I walked into the waiting room of the studio so nervous that I could feel my nerves tense and my body stiffening.

The waiting room was white, with few plants on the corners and chairs separated by white designer separators.

There was a radio placed on a small rectangular table that played classic relaxing music. Next to the radio stood an oval plate filled with candies and geolocates. 

We sat on the chairs and patiently waited for the right time to be called.

The music was enough relaxing and I was sure If my heart wasn't pondering not bolting I would appreciate that music much more. 

The door opened and a woman with a grey bob haircut walked toward us. She smiled at Cameron and then shook my hand, "nice to meet you, Miss Lily. Welcome in."

She walked to another room, as we passed by the corridor I noticed the walls were thicker than the normal ones, probably used to block the sound transfer and to have more privacy.