She's The Artist

| Chapter 9: What An A*shole! |

(Listen to song at the top!)

♫ ♪ ♫

No. Fucking. Way!

There is no way in Gods holy path of bullshit that my asshole neighbor is going to the same Louge that I'm singing at.

This is why I'm still friends with Sam. This, right here.

I can't sing Infront of him! There is no way. This can ether go two ways;

1.  He'll see and hear me sing and will laugh his ass off to no end.

Or, 

2. he'll see and hear me sing and well bug me about it for the rest of my stay here.

Both options are a no go. 

As I turn my head to look at him, I see that he's no longer there but making his way out of the building.

I step out of the elevator and walk as quickly as I can to try and make it to him.

My God this man can walk pretty fast.

He steps down from the three little steps to the entrance of the building and hales a taxi over.

"Hey, wait!" I yell just before he steps into the cab.

He turns around and raises one singular eyebrow.

"Um. . ."

What the hell do I say! It's not like I can just be like; 'Hey! So you know that Louge that your going to? Yeah, I'm singing there tonight and I kind of need you to stay back and not go there.'

Yeah, not happening.

"If it's okay with you and you can say no if you don't want to do it but. . .I'm going to the same place and I kind of need a ride there?"

All he does is look at me. With a blank face.

"You know what, never mind! The one time I'm being nice, I get slapped in the face!" I turn and start walking down the street.

I hear a car door shut and tries screeching on the road.

What an actual asshole. The one time I consider giving him the slightest chance, he just looks at me! Looks at me! I swear when I see he's ugly-

I hear a car pull to the side of where I'm walking but I keep going.

Not even two steps after the car pulled up, there's a beep.

I look to my left and see yellow taxi parked on the curb and the one and only my asshole neighbor, (Yes, I will not use his name.) hanging half of he's body out the window in the back seat.

"Are you coming or you just going to stand there all night?" he chuckles.

Did I ever say how nice he's chuckle sounds?

Wait, what? Stop, stop, stop. No. Not nice at all!

I huff and make my way to the cab and open the back door and hop in.

Once I got my seat belt on and turn my head to look at him.

"You're an ass, you know?" I say and put my purse on my lap.

"I've been called worse." he smirked.

♪ ♪ ♪

After a not to long but awkwardly silent cab ride, we make it to the Louge.

I hop out of the cab and make him pay for it and run to the back of the building.

I go up a pair of stairs to a mental door and knock twice.

A man, just like last time, opens the door and asks for my name.

"Alex White."

"Come on in. Your room is on the right with your name on it." he says and opens the door so I can walk in.

I make my way to the door with my name on it and go inside.

it's a simple dressing room; has a makeup table with a chair and a wall mirror. Along with a couch and T.V. on the wall. The walls are a dark red colour with only two pictures on the wall.

I place my bag down on the makeup table and pull out my phone.

I text Sam and tell him that I'm here and to text me with details of where he is.

I hear a knock at my door and I call a quick 'come in' and I see a male with a nice black suit come into my view and tells me I have five minutes before I have to go on.

He closes the door and I start to warm up. 

Hey again wonderful readers!

Yes, I'm back again the next day. . . I know, what a great surprise. (I know you all probably secretly think very annoying. loll :) 

Anyways. . . 

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and make sure to vote and add comments to see if I can make anything in this story better! It would help me out a lot! Thanks!

Quote Of The Day; 'Keep on believing. If you do, anything is possible.'      

Have a good day! See you guys very soon!