Okay, maybe it wasn't what I had previously pictured.
The big city seemed so local from this small corner of it. The provided accommodation was a tiny motel room, not a nice hotel suite. The people I passed on the street weren't pretty girls and boys will Hollywood smiles, but drunken men and the smell of smoke and sewage instead.
When I entered the bar at the address Mr Green gave me, I spotted him in the corner. A baggy black jacket matched his dark washed jeans. His jaw had grown stubble and his hair was jelled. Cigarette between lips, he looked me up and down and smiled. He pat the man beside him's shoulder, and gestured in my direction.
"Mr Green?" I asked, though I already knew.
"Lowen Pierce." He exhaled my name with a cloud of smoke. "You're even prettier in person."
I tried to keep my head up as I walked down the streets, left my baggage in the motel and entered this bar, but at that 'compliment', my stomach sank. I knew what I had just walked into.
"This is Red, the lead singer of The Band."
The man he nudged raised his sight to meet mine and I think I sighed out loud. Finally, someone my age, and half-attractive too. His shadowed eyes opened wider as he looked at me, but he failed to hold his gaze.
My stomach still felt heavy but I carried on, nonetheless. This is my dream, I reminded myself. These men are going to help you make it happen.
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Romantik✓ academic rivals ✓ enemies to lovers ✓ fake dating ✓ Many more of your favourite tropes <3 Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
