I'm Lost Without Your Warmth

I sit back in my chair that was now mine. My new files scattered on my desk. A brand new macbook with stickers of my favorite bands and quotes littering the silver top. All of this in my office with my name plastered onto the door. I smile to myself as I finally realize it.
I’ve gone through countless sacrifices, all-nighters, study halls, roommates, boyfriends, boring professors, and partying. Whatever you think the college experience is, I did it. I was reckless except in my studies just so I can get here, Epitaph Records.
Arumi Rosata, band manager for Epitaph Records. That sounds real good to me. I turn on my laptop and quickly open iTunes. My manager, Kate supplied the laptop and had uploaded potential bands to be accepted by Epitaph into my iTunes.
Only a few were listed, A World in New Glory, Turbulences in the Waves, and Sincerely Graves. All of them were already signed, AWING and SG are from Pure Noise Records while TITW is from Shock Records. I put all of the bands on shuffle, my first job was analyzing the songs and choosing one or two bands that seem fitting for the record company. Most of the songs are your typical hardcore or punk-pop sound and nothing too special at all really.
I internally and externally groan, why can’t more bands just be like those kids I was friends with in high school? Those dudes were cool and knew what music really was and is if they are even still a band. Oliver could have thrown a drunk tantrum and broken all of their instruments by now, I would not be surprised.
I laugh while music plays in the background, those boys were the best. I kind of regret never telling them I was leaving but I’m sure they don’t care that much.
Suddenly my door lurches open and Kate’s auburn hair whirls around her and a smile stretches across her lips.
“Hey girlie I got a new band for you just in time. And sorry for that generic stuff from rise or wherever, I know it’s painful. But I have good news, these guys are really good and I think you’ve mentioned them before,” Kate slides a disc over my desk, “if you’re interested I can get them in by tomorrow.” Kate quickly exits my office and closes the door behind her.
I gingerly pick up the plain silver disc that has the name scrawled across the top in chicken scratch. Attempting to decipher the words I finally give up and pop the CD into the player on the side of my laptop.
---Oliver’s POV---
“Where did you send it?” I question Jordan and he looks up at me and smirks.
“Oh well wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases and rolls his eyes. Ugh, I hate when Jordan does this.
“C’mon just tell me, please?” I plead with him and sit up on the floor in the studio. Jordan laughs before finally just giving up. He sits back up from his lounged position on the couch and a smile grows on his face.
“Well I heard of a new band manager being available at Epitaph Records,” Jordan pauses, “she’s an old friend of ours and if we get called in then you will know who.”
Oh so it’s a girl and we knew her.
Hmm it could be Stacy, Katie, Mary, Eliza, oh or even Emily. Emily was one of the cheer captains in high school, nice to know if she actually got somewhere in life other than a plastic surgeon.
Or maybe it could be…No. It isn’t. That is not possible, she wanted to be an artist. She painted beautifully and wrote poems to go with every work, nothing close to band management. I snap back to reality and tell Jordan I’m going to run down to the basement and collect Matt and Lee.
My mind was racing just thinking about her. I head into the hallway and cut away from the basement stairs and to my bedroom. I close the door behind me and lock it. I slide my back down against the door and grasp the ends of my hair in my hands. I blocked her out for so long and now she’s coming back.
I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to stop.
But she is so beautiful. Nobody ever compared to her but she is oblivious. I dated models and artists and just beautiful women to black her out from my mind; but it seems it had not worked.
I knew it. I always knew and so did my band mates.

Notes

Sorry this is kind of short but it's just an introduction into the story.
And yes, I will be including these bands....
Sleeping W/ Sirens
Pierce the Veil
Motionless in White
Bring Me the Horizon
Of Mice & Men
All Time Low
and
Crown the Empire