I grab the nearest shirt, and keep my sweatpants on. I place my feet in the white converse, swing the purse over my shoulder, before slamming the door closed. I lock the suite, and head to the elevator. As I get to the reception, I lock eyes with the receptionist, and manage to spit out a "hi" as I scuttle out the main entrance.
I'm greeted by the loud city noise, and rushing cars. The streets are busy, and I'm desperate to find a taxi. I grab my sunglasses from my purse, before I continue my walk down the busy New York street. I spot a taxi further down the street, parked next to the sidewalk.
I quickly make my way to the yellow car, and almost storm in the backseat.
"485 Broadway floor 3, please" I say, with a raspy voice from the sore throat, giving the driver an apologetic smile. I did after all make a rather disrespectful entrance.
The car puts in gear, and makes its way out the noisy street. I grab my phone to see the time, and notice 4 missed calls. Jerry is going to kill me.
The taxi finally gets to the studio, and I'm greeted by the big white building. I see what appears to be Pete, waiting for me at the entrance. I walk towards him, and try to stay calm. I'm not in the mood to get yelled at.
To my surprise seems Pete rather calm, some would even call him happy. He looks at me, and smiles.
"I've tried to call you" Pete says, still not wiping the smile of his face.
"I'm sorry that I'm late" I say, not wanting to upset his good mood. What happened to the man I was talking to 20 minutes ago?
"It's completely fine, I actually have good news" His smile seems to get bigger every time he speaks.
My mind wonders what it could be, and I begin to feel a bit nervous. My throat is still hurting, but I'm trying to keep it together.
"Good news?" I ask, with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. This must be the reason he's in such a good mood all of a sudden.
"Yes. I've been able to get you signed up for one of the biggest music festivals next week." Pete burst out overly excited.
"Oh wow, uhm that's.. great" I stutter, trying to hide the disappointment and exhaustion with an awkward smile.
Pete is quick to notice the slight disappointing tone in my voice. He turns to me, looking a bit annoyed at my lack of engagement.
"Uh no, i mean.. yes, I'm so excited" I say a bit more convincing this time.
"Me too, this is a big opportunity to get bigger investments in our company. You can't ruin this." He answers me.
I feel a bit threatened by his last words, but I brush it off. It is their company after all, I wouldn't want to get in their way and risk my career.
We continue small talking, while we walk inside the big cement building.
I look at the pictures hanging on the walls, along the hallway. A lot of different artists and famous bands, perfectly framed on the dark walls. They all seem so genuinely happy, and I can't help but to think if i'll ever get to experience that kind of happiness. I shake away the thought. Why would I need that? I've got everything i've ever wanted. Success, money, social status and a voice. All I have to do is to act. All I have to do is sing empty words, and look good. That's all I need.
A loud mumble takes me out of my thoughts. We turn around a corner, and the well known studio appears. I painfully clears my sore throat. The faces of the sound engineer, perchman and Jerry, my agent, captures my sight.
I put on a fake expression, and continue my way to the white leather couch. I throw my body on the cold shiny material, and place my legs on the small coffee table. They look at me with a pathetic glance in their eyes, and I proceed to adjust my cateye gucci sunglasses. It's quiet for a moment before Jerry finally starts;
"Your finally here, it was about time."
An annoyed grunt leaves his mouth, as he continues.
"We've been thinking about a new single for the new album"
I remove my black sunglasses off my nose, and place them on my forehead. I straighten up, while giving him an assuring nod. He looks around at the others, before continuing.
"You'll be recording it today, we only have a short amount of time to get it out. It's important to keep the fans interested, before you bore them."
He turns to the wide set of buttons, known as the control panel, and starts to fidget with the settings. I hate the way they treat me like their income.
I place my elbows on my knees, and let my hands support my head. A sigh leaves my mouth, before I finally speak up;
"I'm sorry Jerry, but I can't sing today."
He turns from the control panel, and looks at me. I sit back in the couch, running a hand through my hair. His expression changes, and he looks annoyed. His eyes narrow, and looks at me with irritation.
"And why is that, Aria?" He nagg, clearly annoyed by the fact that I was ruining his egocentric expectations.
"My throat is extremely sore today, probably because of all that vocal training yesterday." I implied, secretly hoping he'd feel guilty about putting too much pressure on me.
Unfortunately it didn't go as hoped. What i was hoping to be guilt, turned out to be exasperation, and Jerry was quick to reply;
"Why aren't you being more responsible? You need to start taking your work seriously, otherwise you are just wasting our time.. Do you understand?"
His words caughts me off guard, and I don't know what to say or think. What does he mean "I need to be responsible", as if it wasn't them that practically forced me to stay and train my vocal cords for nearly 2 hours yesterday.
I don't say anything, but turn my head to Pete. He's standing in the doorway, with a tough look on his face. Of course he's like this.. Whatever Jerry demands Pete gets. He's like his trained puppy, always in place, never stepping outside the lines.
I can't blame him though. I'm the same.
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Hello lovely people!
I'm sorry you had to meet Jerry ;(
He's an terrible agent^
Well.. what did you think about this chapter? Let me know in the comments, or dm me on instagram (@onedirectionangelz) <3
Lots of love
Emily x
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