Timbre: The Internship

Black and Hot

Chapter 4: Black and Hot

Paige:

After finishing my CV, my resume and submitting some of my samples to record labels, now I wait.

The struggle is all caps REAL.

Every email, every phone call rattled my gut. Always muttering "please please please please please" before answering every phone call and opening mails and emails.

My resume wasn't particularly strong for entering the music industry, I mean Columbia College of Law doesn't really scream MUSICIAN nor ARTISTIC. I hope my songs would just come through, I wish I would come through. If anybody really want to know me, all they need to do is listen to my songs.

A sudden tormenting thought of Theo again crossed my mind.

He enjoyed listening to me sing and play, but law and case studies were our "thing". We both wanted to be top dogs, alphas in this devouring world.

So I think I did.

He referred to my writing as an "amusing hobby for softies", I wanted to scream, slap him till his face felt numb as my chest.

But I was afraid he'd look at me differently. I was afraid to be cast out of his dreams.

I was afraid I was different from him.

If that was the cause of the breakup, I would be better by now. But every time I close my eyes, the scene was playing over and over again. My beautiful blonde college roommate Rebecca on top of my Brazilian model like boyfriend.

"You're so pathetic!!!" I yelled with a pillow over my face

"Stop thinking!" I smack my head again and again

Then the phone rang. I took a deep breath before answering so I wouldn't sound damaged.

"Hello? .... Yes, I am Paige."

"Okay. Yes, I know the place. I'll be there before 9. Thank you so much."

Am I dreaming? Last time I checked I wasn't delusional yet.

That was Timbre. That's like Disney of the music industry.

I slap myself yet again. I'm so excited! Like Christmas morning. No, last time I was this excited was when I passed the LSATs. But holy hot damn. This was Timbre.

I made sure I looked serious about business when I walked the halls of Timbre, my facial muscles hurt so much from holding back my big ol' grin. :D

Legends must have walked these halls. And of course, a statue of the great Scott Caldwell was in the middle of the lobby, like for a dead man. But as far as I know, he's still alive and running an empire. I can't help but to stare as I make my way into the elevator.

My hands were shaking.

This is it.

"Get yourself together Paige, nobody visually nervous wins the case. Show them who's boss, own this, you got this."

"Sorry, are you from legal? I think you already passed their floor." A guy in running shoes and shorts asked with his index finger pointing at the button of the 18th floor.

He looks so familiar, I just can't pin point who.

"No. No. Am here for an interview. An internship in production. I'm Paige by the way." I held out my hand for a firm shake, force of habit I guess.

"Oh, I see. Toby, Toby Michaels." Then shook my hand. This the Toby Michaels?! I can't believe I'm standing here with the co-producer of numerous chart topping songs over the last decade.