Ojos Asi... [Open]
Esteban was told to have the sample available later. Which was great, because he wasn't given a window as to when to finish the organic sample in question. Plus, it only took maybe five minutes to complete at the most. Instead he looked towards Maribel, who laid in the corner. He got up slowly, his knees giving out slightly. Staring at the computer in disbelief. I've been sitting for 7 hours, he thought in horror.
Limping towards his Guitar in the corner, he grabbed it proudly. Making all the adjustments all the while jumping awkwardly to wake up his tired legs. Strumming it awkwardly while making his best "Rockstar" face. When he finished, he turned up the Amp significantly in order to block out the various announcements that went out over the Comm. Looking into the mirror ahead, he shimmied his legs even more. Earlier in the week, he watched an old Selena concert. And while his mother was more of a fan, he fondly remembered dancing to the Tejano music. Even if it was to mock his mother's insistence that it was good. He continued to wiggle all the while, looking at his dishevled self.
"Esteban, eres tan estupido como un perro," he said to himself, "But at least you are a good looking dog." He wiped some sweat from the tops of his lips. And began to play one of his favorite songs, Oye Mi Amor. Pumping up the Amp to the highest volume possible. The walls shook from the vibrations being produced. All the while, Esteban rocked out, jumping from spot to spot in the empty lab. Barely hearing the bangs against the doors, until a familiar flashing red light flashed above the entrance. He stopped playing at once, the song coming to an abrupt halt.
"Can you hang on a second?" he called out lovingly.
Limping towards his Guitar in the corner, he grabbed it proudly. Making all the adjustments all the while jumping awkwardly to wake up his tired legs. Strumming it awkwardly while making his best "Rockstar" face. When he finished, he turned up the Amp significantly in order to block out the various announcements that went out over the Comm. Looking into the mirror ahead, he shimmied his legs even more. Earlier in the week, he watched an old Selena concert. And while his mother was more of a fan, he fondly remembered dancing to the Tejano music. Even if it was to mock his mother's insistence that it was good. He continued to wiggle all the while, looking at his dishevled self.
"Esteban, eres tan estupido como un perro," he said to himself, "But at least you are a good looking dog." He wiped some sweat from the tops of his lips. And began to play one of his favorite songs, Oye Mi Amor. Pumping up the Amp to the highest volume possible. The walls shook from the vibrations being produced. All the while, Esteban rocked out, jumping from spot to spot in the empty lab. Barely hearing the bangs against the doors, until a familiar flashing red light flashed above the entrance. He stopped playing at once, the song coming to an abrupt halt.
"Can you hang on a second?" he called out lovingly.