*Ophelia*

A yawn escapes me, and I do my best to attempt to stifle it. I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks, which, in a way, I really haven’t. I’ve spent every day, non-stop, in the studio with the music I’m trying to learn. I’m also emotionally exhausted, wishing I could turn off the annoyance and frustration.

“Miss Lane, do you need another coffee?” David asks into the microphone that reaches my headphones. They’re wrapped around my neck as I ...