Wallace had been sitting in the office alone for roughly fifteen minutes.

The room was bland. White walls, a gray conference table, a large window overlooking the city, a two person couch, and a clock were all that the office had to offer in terms of entertainment. Wallace had taken to staring out the window, his eyes fixing on a building far away from were they were. He kept his eyes focused hard on the building. The others faded. It was all that existed to him. He closed his eyes, imagining the shape, the depth, the size.

He saw it there, in the darkness of his mind. The building. And he thought of colors. And they came. They surrounded it, encapsulated it, overtook it. It was becoming something new, something it hadn't been before. And it kept changing and taking on different forms, and everything new was inspired by everything old. But Wallace wanted something else. He wanted something new [i]inspired by something new.[/i]

But no matter how he tried, he couldn't make it happen.

He opened his eyes again, the building coming back into view again, along with the rest of the surrounding city. He sighed, disappointed in himself. He had been running into this problem a bit recently. His brain wanted desperately to create something new and original, something people had never seen. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem--

The door burst open, and in marched Mr. Clark, the most stressed out man on the planet. He basically dragged the woman in behind him. She was thin, she had white-ish hair, she looked really tired, but that also looked like it was intentional. In her arm was a guitar bag, which she was clutching on to with her life. She looked just as confused as he probably did. 

"Wallace Conlee." Mr Clark said, gesturing to the woman behind him. "Meet Bethany Novikov. You'll both be working together on a few projects for the next few months."

Wallace was dumbfounded. His jaw had been hanginging open ever so slightly since the two of them burst into the room, his brow contorted into a look of concern for not only Mr. Clark, but the overwhelmed woman he had thrown into the room as well. Neither of them knew what was happening here.

"Oh... um... what?" Wallace said, looking to Mr Clark. He glared back, making Wallace take a step away. "Um, sorry, I just... I dont exactly understand whats happening. We're working together, I get that, but um... on what? How?"