Eight

Melody's POV:

Wow.

That's the first word that popped itself in my brain as I entered the studio. Leading from the glass doors was a long hallway that pretty much resembled as a reception.

You know the feeling of deep nervousness? Or that feeling when all you want is to crawl in your bed and shut your eyes close?

That's what I got when the people eyed me. Well, there weren't many of them but still it was awkward. However they didn't seem to do anything other then stare or do whatever they were doing.

On the other hand, Asher wasn't even a bit nervous like I was. Why would he? It's his studio after all.

He stopped suddenly in front of another pair of brilliant glass doors. And I, as clumsy as I am, didn't see him stopping and slammed right into him. He thankfully took hold of my shoulders before I would have fallen down and looked at me with a grin.

"I should probably warn you before we enter, that Bob inside would most definitely not be in a good mood. But who cares?" He said in a rush