"Man, you trying to get me in trouble," He said looking around. " I can't say her name, I don't want to approach her. I know I don't have a shot." he said somewhat joking.

"Ha ha," dry laughing "So what are you doing, in town E. Your a rapper, you got anything coming out."

"I'm sure you will do fine, nothing to be scared about." he said as he family come over, "I got to go but it was nice meeting you, Eclar, I'm sorry I'm not good a fancy name this is the reason why my name is jordan."

Sara Daniels enters Rever Studios as a gust of wind blows from outside, her blonde hair flying into her face and getting tangled around her sunglasses. She pulls the sunglasses off and brushes her hair out of her face, trying to look put together again as she approaches the receptionist with a small but welcoming smile. "Hi, my name is Sara Daniels. I was supposed to meet with somebody today for a tour of the studio," she tells her. Sara was planning on recording some newly written music soon, and had heard about Rever from some of her friends about how great of a place it was.

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't see your name on the schedule anywhere..." The receptionist says back, looking through the calendar on her computer and through the papers on her desk, trying to find a trace of Sara's name.

Sara's smile wavers a bit. "Really?" She asks, her voice giving both a tone of patience, but also one of annoyance. "I definitely called a week ago to set this up. Is there somebody else I can talk to?"

"Can you please sit down while I figure this out?" The receptionist asks, continuing to search through her computer for what could have happened to Sara's appointment.

"Um..." Sara remains standing at the desk for a moment, hesitate to walk away as she's afraid that if she does, she'll be forgotten about again. But the receptionist gives her an odd look, and Sara takes that as her cue to sit down, away from the desk. "Sure, I'll be just... over here, on these chairs..." She turns from the receptionist and slumps down into one of the chairs in the lobby and pulls her phone out of her bag, slouching over to look at her messages. This wasn't how she was planning to spend her day.

Sara looks up at the man sitting across from her and snickers a bit when he says that the receptionist is pretty shit at her job. "Well, it's great to know that I put the future of my day in the hands of somebody who can't even remember a simple tour appointment. I hope the studio springs for a better receptionist next time. Maybe one that knows how to use Windows Calendar," she says back, her voice level matching Koda's. She wasn't super upset at the receptionist for not having her appointment written down or remembered - she had assumed that there was just some failure of communication throughout the building - but hearing somebody else say something bad about her made her think that it was probably the receptionist's fault that her plans have fallen through. She turns her head to look back at the receptionist, who is trying hard to pretend like she's not obviously listening to Sara and Koda's conversation. Sara rolls her eyes at her and then turns back to Koda. "I'm Sara, by the way."

Sara looks down at his hand, expecting a handshake, but enjoying the fact that it's actually an invitation for a fist bump a lot more. She makes her hand into a fist as well and touches his, the contrast of his tan skin against her pale skin making her grin. She'll always be whiter than paper. It was something she had come to terms with. "Koda. That's an awesome name," she says with a smile as she moves her hand back. "Well, I was thinking about recording something here..." She emphasizes 'was,' nodding her head behind her to the receptionist, who starts typing angrily on her keyboard. "What about you? Are you up to something here?"

Sara grins at Koda. She was a good girl at heart, but always had a soft spot for guys like Koda - the type of guy that makes you want to do crazy, rebellious things just to impress him. Guys like him usually could see right through her, too. She just hoped she hadn't already shown all her cards to Koda. "I might have changed my mind. That all depends on how soon I can get my tour!" She giggles and then turns back around to look at the receptionist, who was starting to look like she was near tears. Sara immediately backed off, feeling bad that they had made this woman so upset over a harmless mistake. When Koda tells her that he's been here, recording some songs with his band, she gets an idea. "Hey, it looks like the receptionist isn't going to be able to find anybody to take me on a tour around the place. You've been here for a little bit, right? Why don't you show me around?"

Sara smiles brightly when Koda agrees to show her around. She hated just sitting around anyway, and Koda seemed like he'd be more fun to tour around the studio with than any random executive. She gives the receptionist a small smile and a wave as she stands up - it was the least she could do in the terms of apologizing. Sara turns back to Koda and gives a quick nod. "Alright, mister! Lead the way!"

Sara follows Koda as he leads her down the hallway, giggling and giving exaggerated gasps at the history that he was obviously making up as they went along. "Oh my! G-g-g-ghosts!" She says in her best Scooby-Doo voice. "Where are the most haunted places? I want to go there first!" She steps into the studio that the rest of Koda's band is recording, giving a little wave to the rest of his band. "Hi," she whispers, not wanting to be interrupting them if she is.

Sara goes into the mixing booth with Koda and sits down at the controls while Koda talks to his band. The chair she sits in is spinny, and she takes the time to spin around in it once before stopping at the controls and looking them over. "I can't believe there's people that actually know what all of these buttons and knobs do. It seems to complicated to me." She laughs. "But I do really like it here. I like places that are kind of small and out of the way. Not a lot of traffic. Not a lot of distractions." She looks up at Koda and giggles a little at the last comment. She was his distraction today.