𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧

|7|

"How do I even leak one of my own songs?" I ask my publicist, Bella.

She nods, "I will do all of that. I just need you to record a Tik Tok of you lip syncing your lyrics and then a relatable caption, and we'll boost it so it goes viral. And then I'll have Gracie make a Tik Tok like that and people will love it. And you already have a good following."

"I'm not using Gracie," I shake my head in disbelief, "I've already gotten so much help from my dad, I don't need to use her."

"Alright, alright," she sighs, "we won't tell her anything. But if she uses it, don't be mad."

"Bella, listen to her requests," Lacy demands from beside me.

"I know what I'm doing," she nods her head reassuringly, "Trust me. Your target audience will be on Tik Tok and Instagram."

None of this makes sense to me. I mean obviously I need to have a social media presence, but shoving it in peoples faces? Not for me.

"I don't want people to feel like I'm forcing them to listen to my music," I shake my head.

She looks at her watch, "That's how things work now a days. Your content days are next Monday and Tuesday, so I'll have your video ideas sent over to you by then."

"Okay," I sigh.

"I have to get going," she stands up from the desk, "I'll see you girls Thursday."

"Bye, Bella," I smile and watch as she leaves the room.

"She's something," Lacy shakes her head.

I sigh and lean back in my chair. It's been a stressful day, and it's only 3.

I think the record demos went well. They had me play the five finished songs and they looked like they enjoyed it. I'm supposed to be getting a call soon.

"I'm gonna go home and see my parents," I stand up and look at Lacy, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"10 a.m., don't be late," she points her finger at me.

"Oh I won't," I say cheerfully, opening the door and leaving.

Lacy's office was nice, but it reminded me of a hospital. Everything's white and bland, completely opposite of her personality. She's always been bubbly, yet professional.

I always thought her office didn't fit her vibe.

On my way out, I check my phone for notifications from Jack. There are none. Just the text I sent this morning.

He's probably just busy or something. Jack doesn't seem like the type of guy to ghost someone.

But then again I've only known him for a couple days. Maybe he is the type of guy to ghost someone.

Subconsciously, I open the notes app and write down some words:

Blew things out of proportion
........new? Blue? Clue? Few?
And I'm to blame
I need to say
It's not what I meant
Don't walk away
I don't wanna ruin this for you

I got in my car and started to drive away from the building, when my mom called. Her information popped up on my screen and I clicked answer.

"Hi mom," I say cheerfully.

"Hey Mels," she answers, "have you talked to James about that internship yet?"

"No ma'am, but I'm planning on it soon," I roll my eyes. That damn internship. They've been trying to get me in since I graduated.

Both of my parents want me to follow in my dads footsteps of becoming a director. But I simply don't have the motivation for it. I'm good enough at it, I think, but I just don't care.