Life in the Limelight

Chapter 2

"Y/N, I got something for you."

I look up from my computer to look at Ben. "For me? What do you have for me?"

He smiled at me, "You know that card you asked me to run from the guy you talked with at the coffee shop? Yeah well everything checks out. His name is Spencer Walter Reid. He's from Las Vegas and graduated when he was 12 went to college and got three Ph. D.s, two B.A.s and is working on another B.A. It looks like as soon as he could he went into the FBI. His record is clean and he's never been arrested."

You look at him interested, "Oh, ok thank you. Did you get a read on him at the shop?"

Ben came closer to me, "Yeah. He seems like a good guy and that he was interested in talking to you not about you. Y/N I know you're intrigued by this guy because he doesn't recognize you and I say start out as his friend. You don't want to move too fast." I nod my head deep in thought. Ben leaves and I'm alone and I decide to text Spencer.

Me

Hi Spencer it's Y/N. Sorry I haven't texted, it's been a busy couple of days.

Spencer

Hi Y/N. It's no problem or worries. I've been busy at work. How are you?

Me

I'm good. I was actually wondering if you wanted to get lunch and chat some more? I have been seriously lacking in the friend department and you seem like you'll be a good one.

Spencer

Sure! I'd love to get lunch. I think I should be around this Saturday if that works for you?

Me

Yeah that works for me. How about 12:30? Then it might not be as crazy as it usually might be?

Spencer

Yeah sounds great. Anywhere specific you'd like to go?

Me

Yeah I have a friend that owns a restaurant and it's really good. Decently priced too if you're interested.

Spencer

Sure. What is it called?

Me

L'unico

Spencer

One of a kind in Italian? I'm interested

Me

Yeah, she's Italian

Spencer

Perfect, do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet there?

Me

I'll meet you there.

Spencer

I'll see you then

I looked around to make sure I was alone. I then got up and did a little dance. Being famous is hard. Not financially or anything like that, but it's hard to make friends when you're famous. You can never tell if people want to be friends with you because you're famous or because they're actually a good person. I got back to writing the song I was writing before Ben came in.

Lying, thinking last night

How to find my sould a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone

Aone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires

With money they can't use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

'Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone

(This is a poem by Maya Angelou called Alone)

I looked up from my notebook proud of what I've written. It comes from deep within my heart. I don't know what the song will be called yet but that's the best part of writing a song. I closed my notebook for now, being done with writing for now. I decided I'm going to go to the gym I have in my basement. The one unfortunate thing about being famous is that I can't go outside very often without being seen and surrounded. 

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I'm trying a few different writing styles, feel free to comment CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I love learning and am always willing to try something new. This chapter has 715 words for those of you who keep track