"I don't want you anywhere near the dogs, at aalll" Gustavo dramatically said.
"With all due respect, sir, you aren't in a position to tell me who to hang out with" I politely say.
"You- I- Kelly!" Gustavo desperately turned to Kelly out raged.
"She has a point" Kelly shrugs.
"Fine! I'll banned the dogs from being near you" Gustavo pointed a finger with an 'ah hah' face.
We have been sitting in his office for a few minutes already. So, turns out the 'dogs' are the guys. Gustavo doesn't want us to be friends because, actually, I don't know why he doesn't want us near each other. He is probably afraid if any one of them hurt me I'll like go all spoiled rich girl and ruin their careers.
That is petty. I'm a different kind of petty. I like my revenge more personal and messier. Preferably, with lots of glue and glitter and goop. Most importantly, out of the public eye, like the national public or even the entire LA public. Like, not outside of the people that just happen to walk by.
"How are you going to enforce that?" I question.
"If they disobey me, they are kicked out the band" he said smugly.
"Hmm, interesting" I nod my head slowly "So, you are willing to risk losing your only shot of proving you are still top 5 producer, just because you don't want us hanging out?"
"I- you- Kelly!" Again, Gustavo turns to Kelly.
"She does have a point" Kelly nods.
"Is that all you say?" Gustavo yells.
"Listen, Mr. Rocque, I don't want to be a distraction for the guys. Here's a deal, you leave this topic be and I'll make sure to keep them on track with their music career" I say.
Kelly and I both wait for Gustavo's response. He is looking between us then stares directly into my soul. I'm not the greatest at keeping eye contact, so I stare at his forehead. His normally not wrinkled skin is pushed together to show three lines in his forehead.
"Fine" he eventually gave in.
"Great, now, do I get the day off or?" I drag out the words 'day off'.
"No, you are going to get your butt in that booth and practice this new song" he sternly said.
"Iye, iye, captain" I salute him.
"And don't do that" he complained.
I'm already up and by the door when he said this. Looking over my shoulder, I have a strained half smile to keep from the gigantic one that wants to appear. Continuing my way to the sound booth, there is this feeling brewing in my chest. My heart wants to label it as 'feeling complete' but my brain is vetoing that.
In the booth, I listen to the music through headphones and read the song again. Surprise, surprise another love song. I can get with this one. The beat, melody and music part can use some changes though. I envision a whole new sound as I read the song a couple more times.
"Okay, let's start recording" Gustavo said over the speakers.
I gave a thumbs up, but my hand is shaking. All of a sudden, I remember I have to sing in front of Gustavo and Kelly. This is just a snippet of one song, this is an enter song that is going to be recorded and sent out to the world.
My heart started picking up its pace and my mouth all of a sudden went dry. Thoughts are racing around my mind faster than the speed of light and feels like a helicopter, just speeding up until it takes my head away. I'm getting more lightheaded by the second.
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