Sasha.

A loud tapping erupted him from his slumber, his dark lashes fluttered revealing his piercing grey eyes. Emitting a large yawn Martin reluctantly rose from the white plush couch and stumbled to the door.

“Were you sleeping?” Jose smiled, taking in his disheveled appearance.

“I’m fucking tired, do we really have to go to the studio today?” Martin grumbled, running a hand carelessly through his tousled brown hair.

“Yes, we really do. Common the car is waiting downstairs for you”

Martin let out a small sigh grabbing his cell phone and wallet before following the brunette through the hotels long hallway and out into the lobby.

The ride to Jingletown was silent. Jordan drove carefully through the steep, crowded streets of San Francisco as the passengers looked in awe. It was raining heavily, and the reflection of the bright city lights sat like a painting on the paved ground.

Twenty minutes later they had arrived. The building was rather inconspicuous, with no visible signs of what lay inside, shielding what was a multi-million dollar recording studio.

The interior was very urban chic, with high ceilings and glossed wood floors, kitche artwork filled the pearl white walls as workers roamed quickly from room to room with looks of extreme purpose.

Jordan Smith quickly checked in the small group with reception, the petite blonde handed him a key and quietly pointed down the hallway, directing him to room 135.

Jordan smiled kindly and gingerly turned around to the group, “Alright, lets go this way then!”

The group remained silent, gawking at the incredible interior, the sound of wet shuffling shoes rubbing against the wooden floors speaking for them. The building was fascinating and nothing short of grand, there was something about this place that felt elite.

Maybe it was the people shuffling around in a hurry, not seeming to care that the great Martin Garrix was in their presence, or the high ceilings and sparkling wood floors, maybe it was the various silver, gold and platinum records lining the walls filled with legendary artists? But whatever that something was, this seemed like the place were dreams came true.


“Here we are,” Jordan chuckled, rattling the keys in hand and unlocking the studio door.

Jordan led the group through the small entry way towards the second door, which harbored the sound proof studio. Looking through the glass window he smiled softly and gently opened the second door, bringing a hand to his mouth to signal for everybody to keep quiet.

Stepping through the second door into the engineering/recording room the sound of a soft piano hit Martin immediately, the tumbling of notes one after the other danced happily in his ear, and then came a soft voice.

The voice of a angel.

Martin couldn’t place the song, but he was to engrossed in the melodic voice to care. Sitting at a shining grand piano was a petite brunette, her back facing him, only the shadow of her delicate arms visible, as her her body was shielded by a mess of loose curls.

He watched her intently, the way her hands moved across the keys, to the way her posture danced eloquently with the tempo, her petite frame looking impossibly small contrasting against the massive piano.

Swiftly and all to suddenly she stopped.

Jordan shuffled nervously next to Martin, breaking the near deafening silence. The tiny brunette whipped around in complete shock.

Martin’s grey eyes met her sparkling blue ones.

Intaking a sharp breath his gaze slowly lingered, taking in every feature on her face. Her face was soft yet sharp, with plush pink lips and defined cheek bones. Her nose was perfectly straight, complementing her face shape perfectly whilst her sharp full eyebrows narrowed in confusion and slight bewilderment. Her complexion was completely clear and even, with a natural olive undertone to it, creating a subtle sun kissed glow.

She was absolutely gorgeous.

Petal pink formed on the apples of her cheeks as she blushed in complete embarrassment. Her sky blue eyes quickly darting to the floor and that back up to Martin’s ambiguous grey eyes.

Gently she stood from her spot at the piano and padded over to the group. Martin noticed just how petite she was, with a slender frame. Her grey tank top hugged her body perfectly, showing the silhouette of her petite waist, while her tight black jeans accentuated her hips and clung to her slender legs, a sheer beige cardigan hung loosely onto her body while her brown waves fell a few inches bellow her chest.

“Sasha this is Martin-Martin Garrix and his team” Jordan smiled, awkwardly gesturing to the group standing beside him.

Martin quickly extended his hand, “Martijn.”

Sasha smiled softly, grasping it delicately, “Sasha.”

Martin quickly dropped her hand, gesturing to the people behind him, “Uhm, this is Waste and Jose they are apart of my management team.” He stuttered, unsure of himself, suddenly everything seemed all to overwhelming.

Sasha politely shook their hands, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s nice to meet all of you, thanks for coming out.”

“Yeah it was no problem, thank you so much for meeting with our Martijn so last minute, we really appreciate this huge favor you are doing for us!” Waste spoke up, smiling brightly at Sasha.

Sasha blushed again and quickly averted her gaze to her shoes.

“It was no problem really, Scooter spoke highly of you and was adamant about the track and its potential.” Sasha responded politely, shuffling uncomfortably. She could feel the blazing gaze of Martin, suddenly she felt small-extremely small.

“Well I figured we could give them a quick tour, so they can check out the digs and then set up a time for you two” Jordan gestured between Sasha and Martin, “to meet up and work on the track, good?”

Sasha nodded, following behind the group as Jordan moved through the large studio pointing out obvious displays and equipment. Martin stopped in from of the midi board, examining each channel and its input and outputs closely.

Sasha watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was completely engrossed in the board in-front of him, meticulously analyzing each key feature it possessed. Sasha took the opportunity to examine him, taking in each feature on his boyish face.

He was much taller then she expected, with a charming boyish nose and striking cheek bones. His dark long lashes accentuated his grey eyes perfectly, drawing in her gaze, creating a great sense of mystery.

He was extremely good looking, almost intimidatingly good looking, so much so he instantly made her feel nervous. Sasha rolled her eyes at the thought of having a school girl crush on him, but couldn’t deny that the more he acknowledged her, the more special she felt.

The tour carried on as Sasha hung in the background, she was familiar with Jingletown and any amenities the studios possessed, she was allowed to get lost in her thoughts.

And as quickly as it had started, it was over.

Sasha watched Jordan intently as he spoke animately with Jose and Waste, Sasha was almost envious of his lack of inhibition, the way he could carry on a conversation with nearly anyone and the way he hardly dwelled on anyones opinions of him.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”
Sasha’s head whipped to her right, startled by the sudden conversation.

“W-what?”

Martin chuckled watching her closely, the petal pink appeared on her cheeks again, his eyes drifted down to her plump pink lips which she was suddenly chewing aimlessly on. His gaze couldn’t help but linger on the action as a warm feeling slowly built within him.

Clearing his throat and tearing away his gaze Martin chuckled.

“Tomorrow, are you free? I was wondering if you wanted to start working on the track?”

Sasha’s lips formed into a slight O, her eyebrows shooting up in sudden realization.

“Oh yeah I am, I’m free all day actually so…Whenever you prefer I can be here.”

Martin smiled, pulling out his phone and fiddling with it for a few moments, “Okay, how about tomorrow at 4:00pm, how does that work for you?”

Sasha watched as his lips moved, suddenly noticing the dutch accent. She chuckled internally realizing that his english was so good and flowed so perfectly that it nearly disguised it.

“Yeah that works for me.”

“Great! Uh, can I get your number? In case I need to get a hold of you?” Martin smiled nervously, holding out his iPhone.

Sasha smiled and nodded, grabbing it and entering in her name and number before returning it to him. Martin thanked her and tucked the phone into his back pocket.

Shifting from foot to foot Martin rubbed his hands together, “So…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Four?”

Sasha nodded enthusiastically, “four.”