Anders had woken from the jerk of the taxi coming to an abrupt stop. Rubbing the tired from his eyes, he pulled out some cash and gave it to the driver. Grabbed his bag and opened the door and got out slowly. Closing the door and turning around he was blinded by the lights along the streets of Detroit. Squinting his eyes he carried his bag through the glass doors and into the lobby of the hotel. Making his way to the front desk, Anders yawned and waited for the next available receptionist. The young woman waved Anders over and asked him his name.

After finalizing the info, the young woman gave him the keys and Anders lifted the now overwhelming bag strap over his shoulder. Reaching the elavator, he got in and pushed the button. It was only on the second floor, but Anders didn't have the energy to walk the stairs. When the metal doors opened up to the second floor, Anders walked out into the hallway.

After closing the door and dropping the monstrous bag onto the floor, Anders collapsed onto the bed. 

'Jet lag. How I loathe thee.'

Closing his eyes, he drifted away. Anders felt himself jerk in his sleep and woke up suddenly. He looked towards the clock and it read 9:30pm. He had only slept for an hour. He knew it was a good thing that he didn't sleep any longer. Lifting himself onto his knees, he knelt on the bed. After one big yawn he jumped off the bed and headed to the shower and got himself ready.

Wearing his leather jacket with a white v-neck shirt and dark blues jeans, Anders walked down the street of Detroit feeling a little under dressed for the big city. Though he could care less, he made his way down to her destination. After about 20 minutes he reached the stairs that lead to a door of an elaborate building and took out the letter he was given. 

'It's either now or never mister...get in there and do your best. Show them who you are...'

With his own words of encouragement, Anders swallowed hard and climbed the stairs.