Falling Waters

|9| -Now-

"OH, MY FROSTY THE SNOWMAN! We did it. Alison Rebel wants to work with us!" Colter yelled at the top of his lungs while he stood on the wooden table in the middle of the restaurant.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the whole restaurant fell silent to look at him with blank expressions. "Can I get a round of applause?" Out of all the people in the room, only one person clapped, and it was Tyler.

"Tough crowd," Colt said while climbing down from the table.

Emily entered the room where they sat. "Why is it always when I use the bathroom, Colter does something stupid? I just needed two minutes, and I came back to see Colter yelling while on top of the table." Emily sat back down in her seat. "At least you didn't break a chair this time."

"In his defense..." Ashleigh tried to help out Colt, but there was absolutely nothing she could think of. "...yeah, I got nothing." It was just a reflex to say 'in his defense' now.

"In his defense, he did just get the biggest offer in his career by THE Alison Rebel." Scarlet stepped in.

"You mean, we all did," Ash stated. "Not just him."

Ashleigh looked annoyed, more so than usual. At that point, it should have been a given that Scarlet was only ever excited for Colter, but still, knowing her longer, Ashleigh felt left out. Tyler, of course, didn't pick up on the signs and usually just nodded his head, but for Ash, it hurt. Scar rolled her eyes in response.

Stepping in, "Speaking of her, she will be joining us soon," Emily affirmed. "I want you guys to be on your best behavior. This opportunity could open so many doors for you. Having a manager who actually has connections and a PR team could benefit all of you in many ways. Also, Scarlet, quick off-topic thing, you are not the songwriter, you are Colter's girlfriend."

Scarlet almost spit out her water, "His what? Why?"

Colt scooted his chair closer to hers and wrapped his arm around her.

"Come on, babe, just play along." He winked at her and kissed her cheek. "Don't need to play hard to get. I know this is what you have been wishing for."

"Mhm. I'll play along as long as you never call me sugar again, deal?" She slapped his arm off of her.

They shook on it. "Deal."

"When did he call you sugar?" Ash asked right as Alison walked up.

"Ms. Rebel, so nice to see you again." Emily stood up and shook her hand.

Taking the empty seat beside to Emily, Alison sat down, placing her large bag on the floor and looking around at all who were at the table.

"Please, call me, Alison." She spoke, gazing at Emily, looking her up and down.

Alison was wearing a magenta silk pantsuit with the front wide open, showing the petite white tank. Her checkered Vans shoes seemed like they shouldn't go or even be worn by such a proficient, hardworking woman, but for some reason, it worked. Alison Rebel's whole vibe was more chill than professional, which helped her seem less intimidating to her clients, but terrifying to her competitors.

"You must be McKenna Ashleigh," She pointed to the platinum blonde whose ginger red roots were showing with her green hazel eyes staring back. "You go by Ash thought, correct?"

Ash smiled brightly from ear to ear. She had never been given so much respect in one simple sentence. When people asked what she goes by or what her name is, she is usually ridiculed for the fact that her nickname is more masculine than feminine, but she never really understood how it was.