Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 19

Liza pov

I got out of the car, and sighed in relief when I didn't see Jaden's there yet. I grabbed out my bag, food and drink and made my way to the doors. No one was supposed to be working today; Travis went away with Kourtney, Kells has taken Casey to Hollywood for the day and Landon is out at therapy, so there is no receptionist working today.

I used the keys Landon gave me and opened the door. I did a small happy cheer when I got the right key first try because he has about fifteen on his lanyard. I walked in and turned on the lights, making my way over to studio one. It's the biggest recording room here and the acoustics are so much better than the others.

I fumbled around trying to find the right key, mentally cursing Landon for being such a chaotic mess, before finally finding the right one. I opened the door and dumped my bag in the desk. Not knowing how long Jaden was going to be, I grabbed my fruit and turned on the tv to resume the episode of Hell's Kitchen I was watching last night.

"Nice to see you're hard at work." A voice startled me after over an hour of silence.

"Oh my fucking god." I shouted as I randomly threw the keys in the direction of the voice.

"Wow, attacking me with keys? Bad choice Liza." Jaden laughed as he put them down on the table.

"You bitch. Don't creep up on a woman when she's watching her show." I rolled my eyes as I turned the tv off.

"We were supposed to be here to work. Not watch tv." He pointed out, laughing at my mimicry of him.

"Yes. But you weren't here, so I waited. In the meantime, I kept myself entertained." I shrugged as I stood up and threw my cup in the trash. Should I tell him about Mads? Ha no.

"Yeah okay. That's fine, but I'm here now so we can start." He agreed as he started turning on computers.

"Well, I hope you understand the technical side of things because I fucking don't." I stated.

"Landon never showed you?" He asked, not looking up from the tech.

"He tried but I go bored. If you can't keep me interested you've lost me and I won't hold my attention." I answered as he turned back.

"Good to know. So if you just go in there and I'll turn on the track and then we can re-record your part. I'm hoping it's not gonna mess with the rest of the song because it's just the first clip of you part that's messed up, the rest runs smoothly throughout." He instructed as I opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, can you turn my phone ringer off? I left it on and I can't guarantee Finn won't call me." I asked as I couldn't be bothered to leave.

"Uh, yeah sure." I watched as he quickly took my phone out and switched it off before dropping it back into my bag. "Okay, I'm gonna turn the music on in five." He fair warned as the recording lights went up.

"Does it rain in California? Only dream I've ever know-" I sang as the music started up.

"Will they love you when you're famous, where you'll never be alone." For a song that wasn't written by me, I relate to these lyrics and awful lot.

When Finn and I were little I used to always tell them how I was gonna rock the world with my writing. I always dreamed of being a book writer, getting to publish my own books. I envisioned myself being all cozied up in my little nook in my modest house with a hot cup of tea and writing. But then I fell to music.

Marley and I would always stay up late at night and talk about no matter how much money I made, I would always stay true to myself. When he died I turned to music instead of writing. I mean I could write out all of my emotions into thousands of stories, but when I sing, I am speaking my pain. Not just writing it down and making millions off of the sappy fucks who would read it.

"Hope some day I'll find nirvana, I'll be looking down below." I've always needed to find my own tranquility. To calm my mind, I need to find something that can calm my soul.

"I'll be dead at twenty seven, only nine more years to go." I've never been suicidal. I've never wanted to intentionally end my life. But if it ever came down to it, I wouldn't do anything to stop it.

"I got a bully in my head. Fake love, fake friends." I'm not stupid. I knew what Marley was doing when he was here. I knew he was trying to manipulate me into not loving him. It didn't work the way he wanted, instead it out his words on repeat in my head forever. Even now, two years after his death, I hear his words circle like a storm.

"I was broken when you left, now you hear me everywhere you go." I've got my fair share of shitty exes. A lot of them just used me for money, fame, or sex. Even though I was used to it, it was still hard to know that I never meant anything to them. Now I'm more successful than I was and can stick it to them every day.

I wrapped up the rest of the lyrics and waited for the music to stop. I took the headphones off and walked out as the recording light shut down. I opened the door to see Jaden staring intently at his phone.

"How was that? Do I need to run it again or..?" I trailed off as I saw what he was reading.

"You're a foster kid?" He asked, finally looking up at me.