Alex Serian. Your favorite film score director and cellist. Lesser known, but God, spectacularly talented.

You'd moved to Los Angeles to get into your dream school for the arts, and after busting your ass for ages, you finally got in.

For years of hard work. Now, you just had to do a practicum. Find a studio. Any would do, but you wanted Balène Bleu Studios.

You walk up to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm here for my practicum? I'm supposed to be meeting Mr. Goddard?"

The man at the reception desk raises an eyebrow, entirely unmoved.

"You'll have to wait, he's in with a guest."

You crane your neck around the desk to see if you can see anything.

"But my time has been booked for weeks!"

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Serian takes precedence over your...practicum." The man drones.

Serian? Alex Serian??