Myles rushed through the front door of the studios, the aftermath of a sudden rainstorm dripping from his favorite pearl snap. He tilted his head back as the water ran through his hair that matted itself to his forehead. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he whipped his head back and forth like a dog, his hair floating back and forth like mini-whips. The Texan then took a look around where he found himself rushing to, his eyes scanning the walls, a long hallway stretching out before him. Various doors, all equidistant from each other sat quietly, as if waiting for someone to enter their hidden depths. Myles raised an eyebrow as he couldn't read the signs sitting nicely beside each door, he slogged his way with his now wet boots to the closest door to his left. A room number was scratched out and below the various scratch marks was a a set of bold white letters. "Black Box." Myles furrowed his brow; what the hell was a black box? He shrugged as he continued down the hall.
The next door's label had a full description that Myles could fully understand "Instrument Room" Myles smiled as he curled his fingers around the door handle, soon realizing he stumbled into the studios. Myles sat stock still for a moment, to listen to see if anyone was actually playing anything, with which he heard nothing. His smile never wavered as he opened the door quietly and stepped into the rather small room, various stands holding stringed instruments scattered around the room, a piano tucked into the far back corner and reedless woodwinds and brass sat on shelves or hung from nails in the walls. Myles slowly trudged his way throughout the room, a small twinkle in his eye as he imagined the music that could be made with all these distinctly different instruments. He moved towards a shiny acoustic guitar and ran his fingers across the body, imagining when his old friends would pluck away for hours while they sat and talked about the world. A small relaxed sigh escaped his lips as the downpour pitter-pattered on the window, he walked up to the piano and ran his hands over the ivories, a small smile on his face. At that moment he wished he learned to actually play an instrument, what with there being so many choices, how couldn't he just pick one? He shook his head as he picked up a stool with one hand, moved it close to the multi-paneled window and watched the rain fall, creating it's own percussion to a song no one really knew.
He could get used to the silence once in awhile.
