Rose

One

Christian

"Come on, Will, you know you want me." Clair whispers, trailing her index finger down Will's chest.

He sucks in his breath. "Look, Clair, you're a-"

Clair stands on her tippy toes as I take my toothpick out of my pants pocket. "Guess what?"

Will swallows. "What?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear." She whispers, making Will's eyes widen.

Clair twirls her blonde hair as I place the toothpick inside the side of my mouth and begin spinning it around with my tongue.

Clair was obsessed with Will. Now when I say this, I don't mean the cute and wholesome kind of obsessed. I mean, treasuring a napkin he blew his nose with, stealing the hair from his head and storing it underneath her pillow.

In the beginning, he thought it was sweet, had a real nice effect on his ego. Then he gradually began to realize just how crazy Clair was.

He backs up and runs a hand through his hair as Luke holds his drumstick, acting as if he is playing the drum and not eavesdropping.

"Clair, stop."

Her mouth forms into a pout. "What's wrong, honey?"

"You're an attractive woman, no doubt, but this has got to stop."

I watch her expression change from one of softness to anger in the blink of an eye. She stands up straight, her nostrils flared. "What did you just say to me?" She asks, dangerously low.

Miles, my manager, walks in as Will backs up. Finally, finding a reason to leave this awkward situation, I smile and hop off of the counter I am sitting on. I remove the toothpick from my mouth and point it at him.

"Miles! Man, am I glad to see you!"

"Clair, don't be mad all right? I'm just not interested in a relationship with you. No offense, but you're a little creepy."

Miles looks up from his phone and frowns at me. "Why do you say that?"

Before I have a chance to reply, Clair charges at Will. She tackles him to the ground. "You son of a bitch!"

Luke, Miles and I rush towards them. Luke lifts her off of him as Miles and I help Will up. "You're fucking crazy!" He shouts, holding his neck from Clairs choking.

She kicks her feet, trying to escape Luke's hold. "I love you Will Perez!" she cries out.

"Out! Get her out of here, now!" I order, pointing to my security guards.

Once she is gone, I turn to them in frustration.

"She's fired." I say.

This was our fifth singer in three years. Each one is either greedy for more money, wants to go solo or crazy. This was doing no good to our reputation.

Miles steps in front of me. "We need to start looking for her replacement immediately."

I run a hand through my hair. "We can do that while we're on our way to my dad's place."

He nods as I start walking away. I hear him follow behind me shortly after. My driver arrives in the limo after about ten minutes. Miles pulls up the auditions from a few years ago. He plays the first ones as I drink a bottle of water.

When the twentieth one plays, I lift my head up and sit up abruptly. Miles skips past the person, making me frown.

"No, go back."

"Her face is covered, and it's not her song."

"I don't care, go back."

"But-"

"Go. Fucking. Back."

He sighs and goes back to the woman. As soon as she begins singing, chills go down my spine. It's as if my ears are smiling. She sings one of our very first songs, 'goodbye'. I grow disappointed when it ends quickly.

I point to the screen. "Her. I want her."

"Christian-"

"Find her. That's who I want."