[b]“Then shade in what you have and it won’t look like a complete failure.”[/b] A burly man with a full yet well maintained beard joked in a dull tone. He was hovering over a woman with vibrant cerise colored hair in loose curls nearly reaching her elbows. Her intense cyan tinted eyes were heavily focused on finishing a piece to add into her growing portfolio. Not many pages were filled as of yet since she just started not too long ago, and the majority would need to be on skin to advertise her true still. Petra did indeed have potential to become a great tattoo artist one day especially at such a renowned place as Voltic. Though, her heart truly lied with playing guitar. It was always nice to have a backup plan until The Harbingers took off…and she knew that they eventually would.

[b]“If it’s a failure, Trent, it’s only because you taught me.”[/b] Petra jested before waving her teacher away as if she could not be bothered with his lowly presence any further.

Trent scoffed while walking to the reception desk and every footstep he took almost seemed to shake the very foundation—precisely how massive this giant of a man is. [b]“Hey, don’t you have some sort of music practice with a band that is never going to get off the ground?”[/b] A smirk crossed his lips as he began counting money from a customer.

[b]“Shit, you’re right. I am taking off, guess I’ll see you guys later…if I still have a job here.”[/b] She crossly referenced a few days ago when she had walked the entire half hour only to be told she had been let go. Trent had a famous temper and sometimes unintentionally took it out on the people who worked with him—and that day it had been Petra. Her fingers gathered the pristine portfolio and tucked it into a briefcase, and she walked back to the employee lounge to place the item into a locker. She twisted the combination close and motioned for Crocell to join, he usually rested obediently on the plush leather sofa snoozing away. Her hand tossed a studded one strapped bag over her shoulder and picked up her weathered guitar case. 

[b]“You just never know do ya doll.”[/b] Trent yelled back to Petra managing to stay straight faced.

She stuck out her tongue while exiting the front of Voltic and held the door open for Crocell to strut through. Petra had to leave especially early now that her car had been sold for some extra cash, luckily though Revelation Studio was closer to her work than from Sunrise Plaza. She had not bothered telling the others or wanted to involve them in her financial crisis. Everyone had that friend who was dirt poor and inadvertently bogged down the fun with their lingering money woe…such a killjoy and she refused to be that person. She did technically have a car but left it for her father since it had been Milo’s muscle car, the one he cherished like gold. There was not much belongings Milo had to go around and her father at least deserved that much. During her brother’s lowest point he had managed to sell nearly everything he acquired over his short life. Putting these painful memories aside her eyes fell to the happy go lucky Crocell who panted with his tongue hung out the side. Before any drool could drip down upon the sidewalk he would lap it up only to begin the disgusting cycle again. 

She took this Doberman with her practically everywhere she went since he needed his exercise when she wasn't apprenticing at Voltic. He was a very tame and low activity dog and walked well on the chained leash for a once abandoned mutt. They passed by a couple buildings on the way while he remained upright not letting the multiple smells of Hollywood deter the familiar path. When both eventually arrived she opened the front door and headed into the studio room the group usually occupied. 

[b]“First ones.”[/b] She said aloud.

Petra did not even need to point to a place for Crocell to lie since he found one himself and hunkered down straightaway. With the promise that her pet would remain absolutely quiet there had otherwise been no trouble permitting him to stay. She sat down upon the charcoal colored sofa across from the recording equipment to bring out her guitar to tune. The others would surely arrive in a matter of minutes.