Lovers Avenue

Biggest Star In The World

Corey. The boy who single-handedly knows how to produce, and conveniently has a recording studio in his garden shed. More a man cave if you ask me.
It's currently April, I feel inspired now. Corey got neck deep into the job, as many of you imagined, Riley, my gay best friend, took a strong liking to Corey. He found out everything I needed to know. To be honest, Riley can talk to anyone, I've always thought about making him something big in my life once I make it big, but I just didn't know what. Maybe like a personal party starter, the person who can socialise with my idol, Cara Bella, the top charting artist of last year.
Corey and I spoke a few times and I had to set everything up for him at work, I'm now in charge of rosters, and have been advised to split Corey and Riley up, Linda is sure they are a gay couple.
Last week, I also found out that Corey has his own recording studio. I asked him about it in passing one shift and he was more than excited to help me get started with my music. I'm currently $4,000 deep in my saving for my travel. I know once I get over there and start working, everything will fall into place, but I still have no hope of breaking out before I leave. I always hoped that I would be a star before I leave, 'small town American girl returns to break records set by the best', it just sounded dreamy. Today is a typical Friday, i roster myself off for the weekend and I also rostered Corey off, we had spoke about doing something together this weekend, I asked him on Monday, and now it's the day and we have no excuse to see each other, I'm also too scared to message. We exchanged snap chats like 2 weeks ago. Why does it have to be so hard.
As I'm pacing back and forth in my room, a text pops up on my phone and it's Corey,
"Hey, sorry for the late reply. You keen to come over at 6? I'll turn on snapmaps for the addy." He says.
I immediately jump up but my smile goes away... as if I just opened it, as he finished typing. Desperate?
"Hey, sounds great, see you at 6 x" I reply and throw my phone, AN X? why would I 'x' him.
I get up and start to get ready for tonight, I'm actually really nervous, I feel like it's sort of a fresh start for me. Like I said earlier high school wasn't really my positive point in life, but after seeing a whole bunch of celebrities being cancelled for shit they said in high school, it makes me happier that I faded into the back.
I get mum to drop me off at his house, which yes I know it's absolutely embarrassing but as you guys probably have gotten the memo I do not have my license, as I arrive he standing outside waiting for me, I think it's a cute gesture but actually, he lives down a long drive way and didn't want me to get lost, still cute though.
"Hey stranger." He says and gives me a hug.
"Hey, thanks so much for doing this again." I reply.
"You're more than welcome, I am pretty excited to get started on some stuff, you got much materiel?" He says.
We start walking down the driveway.
"Yeah, I wrote and sorta finalised an album I've been writing. It's self titled, vain I know, but sort of helped me get through some things." I reply.
"No, sweet sweet, I get the gist." He says and open his garage door.
The place is actually really nice, I wasn't really expecting a Beyoncé like set up studio, it was actually more than I expected. He even set up a little Freeport in the middle of juice, he says it's courtesy of his mother but I think he had a little bit of participation.
"Nice place, you spend much time in here?" I say.
"Well..." he says and points to his bed that's hidden up stairs like a treehouse.
"It's more like, how often do I leave haha." He says and laughs.
It smelt really good, he also had food, and drinks. I felt at home, like maybe I was about to make some really good music in here.
"So, show me what you got." He says and sits down at his desk.
I started scrambling around and drop the guitar off my knee. He helps pick it up and laughs, i thought he was cute, I can't deny the tension in the air, maybe it was one sided, but I really liked this guy, even just as a friend.
"Sorry, I'm just nervous." I say in a scramble.
"Why, just pretend I'm a label executive, how would you act?" He says trying to calm my nerves.
Didn't help, not at all.
I finally get myself together and start playing him a new song I've just written called 'Ivy', it's about poison ivy, how someone can be so in love with you, but they hide behind Poison ivy, they have their walls up. As I'm explaining, he's really listening, I start playing the song. I play the beginning of the song and just about her to the end.
"....I lost your number, maybe on purpose. I lost the love I needed most, maybe on... yeah haha, that's all I got." I say and strum a little ending.
"That was beautiful, Addison." He says in shock.
I didn't really know my music and do that, as I'm staring at his face, for the first time somebody just reacted to my music in a way that I hope my fans would react.
"Thank you, you're the first person I've played it too." I say.
"That needs to be heard. You're a talented one, aren't you?" He says and smirks.
"Thank you." I say and smile.
He whips his chair around.
"Okay, sweet, I'll lay down beat. Just remind me the chord patterns again." He says and starts whizzing away at his computer.
I send him over all the details for the song and I can't believe, Ivy, my baby, my song, (that I actually wrote 3 nights ago), could sound finished by the end of the week. This was my first time working with anyone, I was in and out of talent shows and I did gigs of cover songs at bars, but the actual musical creative side, was something I was currently now starting to get into.
We record a few lines of vocals and I start to feel a little less scared and more confident to take control.
I felt powerful but not ok powerful, I felt ready but not too ready, I felt right where I was meant to be.
"And, I think we have a demo. End of day one, you are a talent!" He exclaims.
"Wow, you are genuinely so talented too. I wouldn't be able to do this without you." I say and pack my guitar up. He emails me the demo and turns around in his chair, he looks a little suspicious.
"Haha, what's up?" I say.
"Your name, your brand, your imagine. What do you see for Addison." He says.
I stand and pause. I didn't really know what to say, I mean, i'm nothing special. I just wear baggy oversize jumpers, I sat alone all of high school, I don't have many friends, I have addictions, I have mental health issues. How could I give an answer, if I just liked writing music and singing it, would that be enough?
"You know, I just want to sing." I say back and look down.
"Yeah and you do that really well, and writing, you're a natural." He says and moves closer.
"What if, we branded you. Name change, style change, we posted every week, something new, found gigs, we could really start you up." He explains confidently with hopeful eyes.
I sit there and stare at him for a couple seconds, I got his vision, I mean I considered him a pretty good friend, but it was like he was mixing in all of his ideologies about this industry into one. Style change? Name change? Maybe I did take a little bit too personally but I'm just as worried about that stuff as he is. When I really have to change everything for everyone else, will I still enjoy it.
I bite my tongue because I always believe that any opportunity is an opportunity.
"Let's do it." I say and he jumps up and down.
"I'm going to make you the biggest star in the world, Addison. I promise." He says and jumps up.