intern-two:

Intern 2 had never really minded working over time before, if anything he loved getting more work done.  Although, with the stress of the latest drama at the My Music office, he was beginning to feel all those hours catching up with him. It seemed like typing away was now a daunting task compared to how he usually worked. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the main doors opened, snapping him back to alert.

A man wearing a plaid shirt, a stetson on his head and cowboy boots entered the MyMusic building. He was about the same age as the intern. “Howdy is anyone here? Helllooooooooooo” the man said.

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