#* amy

                                                                                               -- - 28 October - --

“It’s done!” A voice chimes out above the murmur of Harmony Records’s Fashion Department, forcing heads to lift from work and turn their gaze toward the source. A head of red hair pinned in a messy bun sits atop the figure of Amy standing triumphantly with her hands on her hips outside of her studio door. “Get the Big Boss over here!”

                                                                                               -- - 20 October - --

Silverware clanks against ceramic plates, a waltz of meats, vegetables and sauces perfectly paired dancing through the air. Emerald hues examine ones of amethyst, but they aren’t focused on him. Instead, they remain downcast, a fork absently poking at fillet mignon, letting the juices drench the vegetables in a dysfunctional harmony.

"Are you alright?” He rests his chin on an open palm, elbow on the table in what he would normally consider a rude manner, but seeing how she isn’t paying much attention, well... “You seem distracted.”

“... What?” Her tone is flat, her usual cheerful gleam nonexistent. “Sorry, I... have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He lifts his head in interest, a welcoming smile coaxing her to spill her troubles. “We have time.”

“I... just... I haven’t slept much for the past couple of days...” A weighty sigh escapes her, one bigger than any she’d let go before. “The Bis Boss has me running around with a new project, and paired with the work I already have, it’s...” She glances up at him, expecting the dejected, sympathetic look she’d gotten from others in her field, but is surprised at what she sees instead.

“That’s the Amy we all know and love, though. It’s not fair that you’ve been getting a good amount of sleep lately, you know--after all the nights you forced me to stay up and write lyrics and scores.” She laughs slightly and he feels a wave of relief wash over him. “There she is. You know, you don’t have to accept every work offer you receive. It’s okay to reject people.”

“I know, but... work is a good distraction. From a lot of things.”

“And any good thing should be taken in moderation. Swam yourself in work if that’s what you want to do, but leave enough time to get sleep and take regular breaks. You won’t feel good once it takes a toll on our health.”

                                                                                               -- - 18 October - --

The office bustle is reduced to a lull as business hours approach their end. With gaudy decorations of orange and black, bats nestle on the ceiling and along the walls, while a cauldron rests in the middle of the front lobby with a constant stream of glowing smoke flowing out from within. Phones continue to ring and the Big Boss’s secretary wanders the floor and into the Fashion Department’s main office.

“Sis!” she chimes, approaching Amy’s desk. “The boss has been trying to call you, y’know.”

“Oh, really? I’ve been back and forth away from my desk all day. She knows my cell number, though, so you’d think she’d try to contact me from there if it’s that important.” She receives a shrug and returns one as well as she plucks her desk phone up from the receiver, punching in her boss’s extension. “Wonder what she wants...”

“M-Mais you’re older zan me, n'est-ce pas? It’d be rude to call you Mademoiselle!”