Tell Me The Truth | D.D.

Chapter Eleven

"How are you?" Bianca asked as we sat down. We had made plans to get coffee yesterday, and to be honest, I was just really happy to have her back in my life.

"Good, how about you?," I asked. "Pretty good," She said, nodding. "Why are we being so formal," I said, laughing. "Honestly," she said, joining me.

"You got your dream," I said, feeling proud of her. "I know it feels like I am having an out of body experience," she told me. "How did you end up here anyway?" She asked.

I sighed, "Well, after my mom died, I couldn't take my dad, so I found an apartment and a job and moved here. I met a friend who helped me out."

"Whose your new friend?" She asked, intrigued. I went to answer, just as my phone rang. "I'm sorry I have to take this," I told her, glancing at the caller ID.

She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. "Hello," I said into the phone. "What I get no good morning?" Dam asked in a playful tone. I chuckled, "I know, but I had an early breakfast with my friend, and you were sleeping," I told him.

"Ok, well, will I see you at the studio tonight?" He asked. "Yep, I'll be there after class," I told him. "Ok then, I'll see you later. Love you," he told me. "Bye, love you," I replied, ending the call.

"Who was that?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. "Oh, just my friend," I said, trying to blow it off.

Let's just say Damiano wasn't the most unrecognizable person in the city. He had fans, and since he posted me on his story, I've had to be careful. I didn't have any social media, so I was pretty clear there, but still.

"Girl, your blush gave you away there," She said, chuckling. I groaned, "Fine, but if I tell you, you have to promise you won't tell anyone else," I said, groaning.

She nodded, eager to hear my news. I laughed, "It's like we are back in high school." "Stop trying to distract me and get to the point," She said.

"That was my boyfriend," I said. "What's his name?" She asked eagerly. "Damiano," I told her simply, hoping she wouldn't ask for details.

That hope was wasted because the next thing she asked was, "What's his last name?" "David," I said, defeated.

She looked perplexed for a second, and then the realization hit her. "You're not talking about the lead singer of that band, right?" she asked, gasping.

I nodded, "Yep, that's the one." She squealed, "So how did you guys meet?" "My roommate is the bassist, so we met through her," I explained.

"Oh, and by the way, can you call me Angelina?" I asked. She laughed, "Sure, but why?" I sighed, "I'm using my middle name to have a fresh start," I said simply.

She snorted, "Ok, Angelina, what's your major?" I rolled my eyes, "Music Production." She chuckled, "I'm sorry. I thought you said you were going to be a music producer."Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, what's your major dumbass," I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Computer science," she said confidently. I smiled that was on brand for her. She was always really good with computers.

"So does lover boy know about your past?" She asked. "Everything," I sighed. She nodded.

She knew everything, or at least everything that I was willing to tell people. The things I wasn't willing to tell people went into my journal. Cheesy, I know, but it helps me so I couldn't care less.

We talked for a little while before we both decided to head to class.

It was a mostly uneventful day. The hours ticked by slowly, driving me insane. I was so happy to head to the studio.

On the way, I picked up some essentials since I had a feeling that  we would be there a while. I grabbed a couple of cokes and some snacks.

As I rounded the corner, I saw Damiano standing outside smoking. He sees me and smiles, waving me over. "Hey baby," he says, wrapping me in his arms. "Hey," I said, kissing his cheek.

"How was that lunch thing with your friend?" He asked. I smiled, "It was really good, actually. It was just like high school." He nodded along with my story.

"So what's going on in the studio?" I asked, slipping into work mode. He gave me an incredulous look, "Do you ever stop?"

I shook my head, "Nope, so you should tell me what's going on." He sighed, "The only people left to record I Want To Be Your Slave are Vic, and I."

I nodded as we walked into the studio. I immediately took my spot by the equipment and listened to Victoria's playing.

When she finally finished, I got to work getting everything ready for Damiano to start putting vocals behind it.

It didn't take that long, but I was still worried I messed it up. "Okay, how do we feel about this?" I ask, turning it up. I wait anxiously for their feedback. I hadn't been doing this very long, so I was nervous.

"It sounds amazing," Thomas says. I give him a relieved smile as the rest of them trickle in with comments.

I sigh as I plop down on the sofa. I check my phone and see that I look like a mess. I had taken out my contacts and thrown my  fiery hair into a messy bun, which now resembled a birds nest.

On top of all of that, I was freezing because I was only wearing a halter top. I shivered as I took some of the snacks that were now sprawled over the table. The next thing I know, Dam is reaching over the table to hand me his sweatshirt. "Put it on your cold," he told me. I raised my eyebrows, "Then you'll be cold." "No, I'm not cold, plus I'm not going to need it since I'm going in," he told, nodding his head toward the recording room.

I put it on and instantly was engulfed in his scent. It felt safe, like I was protected from the world.

I smiled as I watched Damiano step into the booth and start to get warmed up. I loved the atmosphere here. It was something else. You could feel the air buzzed with excitement.

On the final take, we were all so happy and excited. It was very satisfying to see it come together. Everyone was jumping up and down and running around the studio while Damiano was singing. I was giving Vic and piggyback ride as the song blasted.

When it is finished, they all ran and hugged each other. I smile and take my phone out, taking a picture of them. I let them celebrate on their own and just watch.

After a couple of seconds, Damiano comes over and picks me up, twirling me around. The others followed suit in the congratulations.