18 You shall not strip little girls! (1/2)

Despite the state of the Music industry, finding a good recording studio is not hard. Los Angeles is not only the central hub for filming making. It is also the world's top recording destination, now and many years in the future.

It is the home to many famous recording studios from your previous world and this one, such as Capitol Records, Infrasonic, Henson Recording, and the Village. Even movie studios have their own recording studios in LA, so that they didn't need to outsource.

You didn't expect to run into a classmate when you headed to one the studios. He is working at Ocean Way Recording, which will be called EastWest Studios in the future. Since your friend is working there as an assistant in one of the recording rooms, finding a soundtrack for your footage becomes easier.

”Man, you caught me at a bad time. My schedule is stacked.”

Your friend tells you after all the pleasantries.

”Mark. I don't need anything complicated. Just a good heavy metal soundtrack to go with the footage here. One of the generic one will do.”

You are willing to pay for a soundtrack, as business is a business and friendship is friendship. You didn't expect your friend to give you special treatment as you are currently a nobody.

”If that the case, have a look at the cassette archive down the hall. There should be one that suit you there. You will be doing me a favor taking a few of them away. The station gets so many of them every day that it starting to pile up.”

Mark is talking about how every new artists, composers and singers sending in their audio tape to the studio, hoping to get their moment of stardoms. Unfortunately for them, the studios only review one or two samples a day. They just didn't have time or money to burn.

”If you don't mind.”

”Nah, nah, I don't mind. My boss doesn't mind either.”

His boss waves his hand dismissively, telling you and Mark to pipe down while he trying to compose a soundtrack.

You head down the hall to the archive with a Walkman in hand. You friend won't help you find one to your liking, and you don't need to pay him either.

Inside the archive, you realize what your friend had said a minute ago was an understatement. There are boxes and boxes of cassette tapes everywhere, and they aren't labeled correctly.

You let out a sigh and begins digging through mountains and mountains of cassette tapes, listening to each one to see if they suit your need. After a dozen cassettes, your ears are in hell.

How could they call these horrible sounds music?

It is no wonder the music industry is struggling to stay afloat.

You swear it will be faster and better to just compose a piece yourself. Even if it isn't as good as you wanted, at least you get to keep your hearing and your sanity. You quickly pack up and left the archive room. You return to the recording room your friend is at.

”Hey Mark, I really need your help. It will be worth your while.”