Rubato - Scarlett Johansson

Part 8

Theo's POV

After Kat's night terror woke her up screaming I ran for the hills. I felt bad for leaving the party without saying anything to anyone but Kat needed me and after she screamed my name when she woke up I figured it was best for us all to get out of there. I somehow got her awake enough to walk by herself to Flo's car, Sammy driving the pair home while Codey gave me a lift. As soon as he was gone I was rushing over to Flo's on my black Lightning LS-218 bike, knowing that Kat wouldn't go back to sleep until she had someone to cuddle with and while Flo would happily cuddle with her she would put up a fight till I got there. 

Kat has had night terrors since she was little, they typically go away by the time someone gets to her age but she's a unique case. I mean of course she is, no one in my family can just be normal. She never knows what she's dreamt of, just that whatever it was terrified her. She doesn't get them as often anymore, but when she does have them she is left pretty shaken. I should text Mam to let her know Kat had another one, I'm pretty sure she keeps track of them for her psychiatrist to see if they can identify why she gets the terrors. 

Anyway since then I took Kat back to mine, managing to sneak her up to my place before Codey came over to check on me. I don't want Ray to know Kat is here and Codey would totally tell him if he found out, the little nark. I didn't want him to know for a very simple reason. Ray knows Kat plans on becoming a manager and wants her to work for him. 

He wants her to be his apprentice and has mentioned it several times to me, despite me brushing him off and telling him she was focusing on school right now, which is partly true. Now I know what you are thinking, that's great. As the manager of someone like me, he must have all sorts of connections, and he does. But I don't want Ray anywhere near my little sister. I know the sort of shit he puts me through and there is no way he will get the chance to do the same to Kat. He isn't getting anywhere near Kat, or anyone else like her if I get any say in it. In fact, I got him to sign an exclusivity contract when I was twenty, swearing that while I was his client he would only work for me, in the hopes that he wouldn't be able to put any other young girls starting off in the industry through what he puts me through. If he found out Kat was here he would want a meeting with her and I don't think Kat would turn him down, no matter how much I protested. So the best solution is to not let either of them meet up.

The party was Friday and it's now Wednesday. Bar spending the day Monday with Timothy filming the music video of 'Your No Harry Styles' I haven't left my music room. Ray phoned me Saturday morning, right when Kat was yelling to ask where the cereal was which is just my luck. Of course, since I am hiding the fact that she is here I had to cover, and therefore panicked and promised to finish writing the album by the end of the week. Bringing the album release up from six months to next month. Which isn't a crazy thing to do, at all...

So I have been writing non-stop, making sure I have every track ready to go before hitting the studios tomorrow and Friday. The plan is to bang out the recording and hopefully have the first single dropping next week. Not only did offering to bring the album to realise up get him off my back about the mystery voice on the call, but it also meant he called Codey off and stopped bugging me about going out with trashy guys. So at least I could focus purely on writing lately.

The downside is that I haven't seen Scarlett since the party, barely having time to eat let alone meet up with the green-eyed beauty. Flo and Kat have been bugging me in between songs, my best friend is now living in my guestroom so that she can hang out with Kat while I work. I feel bad that I can barely spend time with Kat before she goes, but at the same time there is nothing else I can do. If I'm not ready to record by tomorrow Ray will have my head on a platter. The only time I'm not working is in the evenings when I am physically dragged out of my home studio to play games or watch movies in the living room with the other two blond Brits living in my penthouse.