She's So Particular (Complete)

I'm A Trouble Maker

I down my shot of vodka and then throw my head back and let the music feed my soul.

It's the first song destined for our third album and it's beyond my wildest dreams

The drums power it through whilst the base has it bouncing, Anwars rhythm guitar screams the most beautiful melody and then my voice kicks in...

I let the alcohol burn in my stomach whilst pride burns in my chest. The lyrics need some work, some depth but fuck, if this is what it sounds like after 2 days I can't wait to hear how it sounds in 2 weeks

"Mendes, what do you think?"? shouts Johnny, one of the assistants under his alcohol effected tone

"Not bad" I say, underplaying it as usual

"It fuckin rocks a load of balls" Shouts Gabe and we all moan and roll our eyes

"Tiago, tell me about Cabello" I demand the information through my alcohol misted mind

"Well she's single if that's what has your balls tingling" he answers and everyone laughs but for once I don't find that shit funny

"I mean professionally" my tone must ring cold and serious because I hear al ot of throats being cleared before anyone is brave enough to speak

"Well she's sweet as fuck, knows what she likes and doesn't like and is talented beyond compare. That voice!"

"It's real? No auto tune!"

"It's all her"

"Impressive"

"You just have to get her father out of the room to get it though. The guys a controlling asshole"

I nod, thinking back to what I heard earlier. How anyone can perform under that sort of pressure is crazy to me

"Hey you know, she's working on her album right now and she's a little uninspired, why don't you come along, have a listen"

I laugh loudly and Tiago looks confused

"I think she's afraid of us" Anwar tells him and we all laugh "The big bad rock stars out to corrupt the pretty little pop princess"

"I wouldn't write her off like that" says Tiago while taking a sip of his bud light "There's a hell of a lot more to her than being a 'pop princess' she's one of the most talented artists I have ever worked with, she has so much potential but with her father in control I don't think we will ever know what she's capable of"

The thought of her over baring father controlling her and holding her back stokes the rebel in me "count me in"

"In what?"

"Cabello recording session, no father, plenty alcohol and I'm in"

Tiago smiles and nods at me knowingly.

I'm a trouble maker and I'm about to causes a shit load of trouble

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"Nina, do you think she's pretty" I slide my laptop to my assistant and she gazes at it, giving my question some serious consideration

"She's beautiful! Look at those legs!"

Just what I thought!

Hailey somebody or other, Shawns second date of the week. All tall, blond and supermodel thin.

I push myself up from my bed and look into my full length mirror. I'm wearing a dress and heels as is my pop star uniform, dictated by my dad. I'm pretty sure I look okay but I definitely don't feel okay

"You're beautiful Camila, don't compare yourself to girls like her"

I'm never called 'beautiful' in the press, instead they use word like 'hot' 'spicy senorita' they describe me as having 'Latin curves' or a 'pert derrière' But they never describe me as beautiful

"I'm sick of dresses and heels all the time Nina"

She nods "it's getting a bit old"

"Why can't I just wear what I want to wear? Why do so always have to be dressed like some deformed Barbie doll, all the plastic went to the ass and none to the chest" I pull my dress tight over my butt and Nina laughs

"Speak to Miguel"

"What's the point? He never listens to me"

"He has your best interests at heart Camila"

"My best interests or his own?" I sit back on my bed and pull my laptop to me and flick to the next photo of Shawn and another 'date'

"What's the fascination with Shawn Mendes and his dates?"

"Nothing!" I say it too fast to get away with the lie

"Camila, Shawn Mendes is not the guy for you and besides, you know you aren't allowed to date right now"

"Shawn Mendes does not date Nina, he fucks"

"Camila!" My assistants jaw drops open at the sound of a curse crossing my lips

"Well it's true, he's a whore and he's rude and he thinks he's right about everything even when he doesn't know anything"

The sound of my phone ringing stops any questions Nina might have about how I know what Shawn Mendes is like so picks it up, looks at the name and satisfied, hands it to me

"Camila!"

"Hey Tiago, what's up?"

"I just wanted to tell you I switched the time of the session tomorrow so instead of 5am til 5pm it will be 2pm until 2am"

"You know my dad can't do tomorrow afternoon"

"He can't? What a shame. I will see you there okay oh and I  asked Shawn from Particular Taste to pop in, bye Camila"

Before I can argue he's hung up and I'm left clutching my phone as my palms begin to sweat and my heart begins to race

'Shawn from Particular Taste...'

I feel my cheeks burn at the thought of his name and as a smile I can't control spears quickly over my face I know I'm in trouble, deep, deep, trouble