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".....broke a violin..." Hudson mumbled.

"Sorry, Dad..." :(

-Dashes inside and locks the door with a scatterbrained expression- "HEY THERE AGAIN. Uh listen- SO, I kind of accidentally knocked over a bunch of instruments in the music department and now I'm pretty sure Mister Lawrence might be out to get me. CAN I PLEASE HIDE HERE?" -Pleading eyes-

“Oh!”

“Yeah, go ahead, Hudson. I know better than anyone what it’s like to face Sam’s wrath…..haha…… Anyways, make yourself at home.”

“…You didn’t, uh… Break any of ‘em though, did you? The instruments?”

They would take about chucking a table at Allison-I'm kidding.

They would probably be talking about the latest hot gossip in the studio and also sing together cause why not.

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Sees a pen on the desk.

Picks it up.

". . ."

So, Jack; what triggers your misophonia? Are there any specific sounds or noises that set you off?

“Ooh, ok, interesting question. There are a few in particular but repetitive noises in general just tend to be something I can’t stand.”

“The sound of a clock ticking, dripping water, a pen clicking, or someone tapping on somethin’. Most sounds like that just sorta make me squeamish.”

“Before I started workin’ with Sam, a lot of the musicians I was around used metronomes and….ugh, I don’t want to think about those. It really gets into your head. Not only is it repetitive but it’s loud.”

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Catherine gave him a hesitant look, biting her lip a little. She shook her head, as if dismissing what she was going to originally say.

"I haven't met them all, but I'm sure they'll see your values," she answered bluntly.

The thickets around them were lush with all sorts of blooming colours while sunlight happened to seep through the variety of pine trees. Catherine could be seen glancing around, surveying the trail in hopes of seeing even a glimpse of her son.

She glanced down at Ray, "I have hopes you'll fit in well enough. Besides, it's only for this summer."

"You may call me Cathy, by the way."

Catherine snapped her head up when she heard some sort of rattling noise. She exhaled sharply through her nose, a hand on her forehead.

"He better not be trying to climb that fence again..."

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”

*Sobs even louder*

*Hudson retrieves the toaster and gives it to Wally*

"Here you go. Hope you can toast your bagels now! There's kind of a dent in it..but..I'm sure it's fine. Won't cause any fires or something."

*About to walk away, then stops*

"Thanks for cleaning." *Proceeds to give Wally a loonie (Canadian dollar)* :3

“Hhhh… alright then, I guess I can… fix the dent and make sure the wiring is alright… easy fix-“

*then looks up* “huh? Oh! Uh no problem fella- I’m glad someone appreciates me-“ *looks at the loonie coin* “is this one of those chocolate coins? NICE!” *try’s to chomp the coin*

“OW-“

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Hudson stared at the keys on his typewriter, most stained by the ink on his fingertips. His eyes wandered to all the notes scattered on his desk, some words scribbled out or sentences left untended to. He picked one note up, an old story idea. The story itself wasn’t really special or original, so he decided to scrap it. It seems like nowadays that he scrapped everything.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

He adjusted his desk lamp, the light setting an eerie yellow glow over his typewriter. He lay against his chair, staring, but his fingers pausing. His ears strained to hear the tapping in the walls. 

“Isn't it time you head home, Hudson?” A soft voice rang out.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Hudson snapped his head up, his eyes narrowing. “I still have half an hour, Charlie,” he said, a defensive edge in his voice. His voice lacked any real bite, more distant than defensive. His eyes focused on the wall. 

Charlie leaned against the doorframe of the department, her brown eyes soft with concern. She wore a navy blue mid-calf flared hemline. It was gaining its popularity in New York fashion. 

 “You don’t have to work so hard, you have the other writers to work with. Teamwork, remember?” 

Hudson snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mhm,” he muttered dismissively, letting his face settle in his hand, glaring at his notes. 

Charlie shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh. She walked over to his desk and was about to place her hand on his shoulder.

Hudson swatted the hand away. “I’m busy,” he snapped. He needed to hear the tapping sound. 

Charlie recoiled back slightly, looking hurt. She then folded her arms and frowned at him till he looked up.

“Don’t you have a date to get to?” Hudson asked flatly, a brow raising.

Charlie clutched her purse, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “I do…but I just wanted to check up on you. Jack’s worried about you and so am I. You haven’t been sleeping, eating or even focusing properly-”

Hudson cut her off, shushing her, “Sh! Did you hear that?” His brown eyes darted to the walls and the ceiling that surrounded them. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up from his seat, his full attention on the wall. 

Charlie sighed, looking dispirited. She ran a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “This only proves my point.”  Her eyes darkened at him.

Hudson’s only response was a grunt, his back still turned on Charlie as he scanned the wall. He seemed undaunted by Charlie’s demeanor.