*Editor's Note: First appeared on Typewrite Lit Mag July 31st, 2015.
Lessons at a music studio and served as secretary.
Filing papers with only the sound of cheap fluorescent light bulbs.
Everything is cool, calm, collected…
Until they walk in.
I look up, and they’re standing there with shining guitars, miniature violins,
Crumpled sheet music from last week’s lesson.
Too many people and thoughts pile in.
Shuffling around in a panic, searching for the right--
Sitting there, staring back, silence.
Last name, phone number?
I search my mind for the pre-written words
All while recalling all of the voicemails left by prospective
Customers. I forgot to call them back.
So, when’s most convenient for you, sir?