John Egbert Room Novels & Stories

The younger one yelped and remembered pride just in time to smother it. “Uh-huh. Take them to the green room,” Elky said. My palms went cold. The room had good drains and bad acoustics. “Make them feel welcome. Keep them breathing for now,” he clarified. “For now,” the men echoed, the chorus line from hell.

The private green room behind Studio 4B was a quiet, dimly lit pocket of velvet and glass, entirely sealed away from the media frenzy currently boiling over in the main corridors. The thick soundproofing in the walls muffled the distant chaos of ringing phones and frantic network interns, leaving only the low, expensive hum of a freestanding air purification unit in the corner.

Although Ryan feels an unusual urge to submerge into Ethan's past and fathom things, those, as of now, appear to be an enigma to him. "Come this way, Mr. Miller," Johnson takes the lead and walks some steps ahead of the brown haired boy, "Here! Come in," he veers towards the right, "This is Ethan's meeting room, take note of this room very well and register in your mind the directions since it could be a little confusing at times. Ethan organises his meetings right here, so this is probably the room you will come across often." "This is so…so big!!" Ryan exclaims, for he has never come across any room paralleling the size of his own entire house, "And this is just his meeting room??" He says

“No, they weren’t exactly the musician types. I put it in after I remodeled the place. Want to see the studio?” He led me down the hallway to a soundproofed room with microphones, speakers, computers, mixing boards, and about a dozen different guitars hanging on the walls. “Is this going to be a working vacation?” “It’s not work if you love it,” he smiled. He led me back through the house. As we passed, I looked at the dozens of pictures on the wall. I recognized Ryan’s mother and father, and Mara and Casey at all different ages. There was an older couple, silver-haired and usually in denim, who looked just as happy as the rest of Ryan’s family.

Eric stared at Eugene as if he was so embarrassed to even face the kid. At the same time, I blamed Eric too. I kept on thinking that he’s only being punished for everything he did before. “Eugene,” I called my son. Eric looked away from us, and Eugene stared at me as he let go of my waist. “Are you excited to see which room will be sleeping together? Let’s check it.” I stood up from the couch and offered my hand to him. Eugene held my hand and stood up. “Blue door,” Eric murmured without looking at us. “Your room is at the East side. Blue door.”

James found Emily attempting to hide in that little room she called her domain. It was supposed to be her office as Beta. But Evan decided he wanted something smaller and less like a sitting room. So he now made his office on the upper floor near the top of the stairs. “Hey, can we talk?”

Not the kind of tired sleep could fix, but the kind that came from carrying a ghost on your back. The elevator opened onto the backstage level. It was quieter here, the walls lined with heavy velvet curtains that muffled the sound of the orchestra tuning their instruments in the distance. The scent changed from expensive perfume to old wood and rosin. Ethan led us to the green room—a private sanctuary filled with leather chairs, a grand piano, and a wall of mirrors. "Ten minutes," Ethan said, checking his watch for the hundredth time. "I’ll come get you when it’s time. Don't let him touch anything heavy."

Meanwhile, the director, who hadn't dared utter a word in front of the trio, stood bewildered. Yet, joking about bonuses was always a risky game! ... Meanwhile, Egbert waited with bated breath in a luxurious residential area. The door to the study opened with a creak, and Egbert stood up swiftly. He approached and asked with concern. "How is it?" The young man sitting in the wheelchair remained quiet and indifferent. His face was pale and his eyes cold, giving nothing away. This was Egbert's son, Wilbur Garrett. "What else could it be?" Wilbur finally spoke, and a mocking twist to his lips.

Despite spending almost an hour searching, I still couldn't find out what room Amby was in. I was ready to quit, but then I noticed the nurses giggling at each other while looking at me. Then, it reminded me of why I started. I acted like I was not listening to their conversation, but I couldn't do it when they mentioned Steven Carter and the woman he brought to the hospital. “I still can't believe it. I wished I was her! Room 206 is too expensive that only Steven Carter can even afford.” Bingo. Room 206. In a rush, I made my way to the elevator and, based on what they said about the room only being accessible to Steven's woman, I knew it had to be from the highest floor.

Plus, no one pays attention to the floor that often, even when people come to fix that back room. Brad wasn’t on the floor at none of those times. He would have been seen on camera. Kaylee always sees him first before he goes roaming around the floor. That person was up here too many times for it to be Brad. “The room back then was a recording studio for voice acting. So the walls are soundproof. Since we stopped that production, it became a junk room. I never changed the interior of it. Jennie was probably screaming for help, and no one could hear her. Evan stated he saw something moving in the shadows that night. It was them.” Kaylee said.