Timbre: The Internship

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Paige’s POV

“Paige, can you come here for a second?”, now what does he want? Wait, did he just call me by my name?

“So, I’m not Law School anymore Mr. Caldwell?” Then he looked at me sternly with one eyebrow up. “Come here behind the desk, sit beside me.” Then he pulled out a stool that came out of nowhere. As I sat, he turned to me, god he smells so good. It’s so hard to pull off a straight face when your senses are incredibly pleased.

“As long as I’m not Mr. Caldwell, that’s my dad. Just call me Justin okay?” then he tilted his head while looking at me seductively, as usual. I instantly disengaged my eyes from his, and looked at his monitor. This is the closest I’ve been to him, with him staring like this, I just might kiss him.

“Okay, Justin.” I said in the plainest of ways, just to end the moment. He too then looked at his monitor.

“I need you to listen to this demo, tell me what you think about it.” Is he serious? The great Justin Caldwell is asking for my opinion? “Don’t to be too technical, just tell me if it’s a hit or a miss.”

He grabbed a big Bluetooth headphones and placed it on my head. He saw it slipping because of my hair so he held it with both hands. The bottom of his palms were on the sides of my cheeks, his hands were warm, and he was technically holding my face. Then the music started playing.

This sounds great, so top notch for a demo. He was looking at me again, so I closed my eyes so I can focus on the lyric and the melody.

When the song finished he removed the headphones, “So is it a hit? “, his eyes glistened with curiosity.

“I think not yet.” I answered abruptly, he tilted his head and looked puzzled asking for an explanation, “The song is great, lyrics were spot on, but there was a problem with the hook.”

“And what is that?” he asked amusedly.

“The bridge was catchier than the hook itself. I can still hear the bridge until now, and I have already forgotten the not-so-hooky hook.” I voiced out honestly, “ But I still think it’s a reeeaaaly great song.” I disclaimed.

He powered down his gear then stood up, “I better tell Toby his latest piece was a miss. Or shall I say a mess? ”

“What the hell? You told me that was a demo!  That was Mr. Michaels’?! ” I was deeply embarrassed for critiquing Toby Michaels’ creation. I have no right at all, or ever! “Why would you do that?! Please don’t tell him what I said, or at least don’t tell him it was me?” I pleaded as he took his coat with a big grin on his stupid face and it seems like he is ready to go home.

“Certainly. NOT.” Then he chuckled yet again, “Go home Paige.” Then he went to the couch and handed me my bag.

“Uuuughhhh”, I gave a very deep sigh. Why would he make an intern check the work of a certified hit maker? I must see Mr. Michaels before he does, I rushed my way out of the President’s room and into the hall. I searched for his office, but it was empty. So my next stop was the studios. I checked every one of them, they’re all empty. We were the only ones left, I looked at the clock and it was already 1am.

Maybe my demon boss called him already and they’re both thinking that I was full of myself.

“Arghhhh!!! Why would he say it was an amateur demo?! I even called his hook, not-so-hooky…”

I wanted to scream inside the booth, but that was not how I relax. I saw the piano and started playing the song I wrote for Theo. For me actually.

I was calmer by the end of the song, but it always made my eyes wet. It reminded me of the 5 years he just threw away… Then I heard vague clapping. When I opened my eyes-