The Pop Prince and the Pretty Pauper

Hard Work and Happy Visits

Camryn

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Saturday. 8:00AM. For most High School teens, that means a party or going to the mall or whatever. For me, it means WORK. I work as a mail girl at a local record company, Viva Records. Gotta make money some way, right? I get up from bed. Get dressed. Brush my hair. Brush my teeth. You all know the morning drill for just about ANYONE! Mom is out again. I get breakfast. Get in my car. Time to go to Viva Records.

If you want it I'm gonna be Va Va Voom Voom

If you got it you got it you got that boom boom

Nicki Minaj music fills my ears. My cell. Yes, Nicki Minaj is my ringtone. I love her. She has major talent. Anyway, I pick up my cell phone from the passenger seat next to me, press answer, and press speaker (don't wanna get into a car accident). I put the cell in my lap. "Hello. This is Camryn" I say. "Hey Camryn. It's Nicole."

Nicole. Of course. She always calls this time. She always want to know if she can come with me to work to meet whoever is recording that day. I don't even know. I'm just a mail girl. I'm not allowed in the recording studios most of the time.

"Hey Nicole. What's up?"

"Nothing. Are you on your way to work by now?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm in my car on my way to Viva Records. Why?"

"Cause I just found out that Jason Bennett is recording at Viva Records!"

I was shocked at that. Jason Bennett, out of all singers who could be recording at the exact same place I work, is recording at Viva Records TODAY? Just my luck. Now Nicole won't let me be until I say she can come.

"Well, wheather he's recording there or not, you know I'm not allowed in the recording studios. Looks like you're out of luck"

"Please? Please? Please? I'll do anything! I'll do that lame Biology paper due Monday"

Oh my god! I totally forgot about that Biology paper. I stink in Biology. But............Nicole is a honors student in Biology. Maybe a few minutes with her while I'm working won't hurt.

"Ok, fine. You can come to Viva Records with me. But only if you do that Biology paper for me after. And you are driving yourself there, too"

"Deal! I'm on my way!"

She hung up. Well.........She's the one probably meeting Jason Bennett. Not me. I never met him. And I don't plan on doing so.

Jason

Baby, I don't know about you

But, baby, I'm in love with you

So please don't go

My voice is tired. I'm tired. I got a last minute call this morning from Richard, my manager, telling me to get my butt down to Viva Records as soon as possible. I did. Turns out, I have to record a new song for my new album. There goes my perfect week off. I'm in the recording booth, singing the song Richard and the other record producers forced me to sing, trying not to pass out. It's been three days and all I have done is work. The only relaxing I have done is nap at my house after I got off the plane. After that, my week off is canceled and I have to be in recording studio. My life official sucks ass. As I finish the last note, I really feel like I'm going to pass out. "Good job, Jason. We'll take it from the top after lunch. Now let's get something to eat" said Marty, the record producer that's in charge of what goes on with my record today.

He left

The other people left

I'm alone

FINALLY!

Maybe I can get some rest

I heard the mail room was pretty confortable. No, that's stupid. Maybe, I can get some rest in here, the recording booth. No, I'll get scolded by Richard. What to do. What to do. I left the booth and layed down under a table in the studio. The carpet was pretty confortable. Pefect. Nice and quiet. I was out like a light.

About 10 minutes later, I hear the door open. I'm still asleep. But I think that was not Marty or Richard or anyone that I knew of. Before I knew it, a beautiful sound filled my ears. I opened my eyes. In the booth was a beautiful girl singing Let Me Love You by Ne-Yo. She has firey red hair and shining green eyes. I never felt like this before. But I kind of liked it.

Boy, let me love you

And I will love you

Until you learn to love yourself

Boy, let me love you

I know your trouble

Don't be afraid

Boy, I can help

She sounded like an angel. My heart was beating. And I was smiling. My heart couldn't stop beating and I couldn't stop smiling. What was this feeling? I didn't know what.

The song ended. I had to talk to her. I had to get her to notice me.

I said into the microphone, "Hello"

She jumped. Probably surprised to see me. Well..........at least she noticed me

Author's Notes

I just had to use that song. Let Me Love You is my jam! Valentine's day is tomorrow. Show your love! Hope you like this story so far.

Bye!

OXOX Sarah