Big Time Song Bird | James Diamond

you wanna be famous | part 1

Walking up to the stage after hearing yelling outside, seeing half the people walk out crying, isn't the best way to calm down Calliope's nerves. But she was here, that's all that mattered now, shaking her head to clear her mind.

Taking a deep breath, Calliope walked up to the mic stand placed front and center, stopping a few inches behind the mic and ready to say what she's written and rehearsed multiple times. Having everything memorized knowing that'll make her sound good to win the famous ill-tempered, Gustavo Rocque, over.

"Are you going to sing or not? I don't have all day! So, get to singing or you can leave!" Gustavo yelled, not wanting to make this any longer than it had been. Realizing what he just said, looking between him and the woman next to him, not ready to be yelled at again to leave, Calliope started, "Oh, I'm not going to sing. I actually have some songs that I wrote that I-"

"You're not going to sing? Then why are you even here?" waving his hands in a circular motion then slapping them back onto the table.

"I need a singer! Not some 'help' from a nobody!" Cutting her off, bringing his hands back in the air and dismissing her as quickly as the others before her. Not wanting to leave so easily like everyone else, she had to think of a new strategy to make him change his mind.

*

Calliope 'Crowe', who prefers to be called Crowe, had spent her whole life improving her songwriting skills. Sometimes missing countless nights of sleep just to perfect her songs, meaning that half her songs are unfinished due to it.

With no way of having someone hear her songs, seeing the commercial that Rocque Records was looking for its next new talent, she finally saw someone who might listen. Hoping this could be her big break into the music industry, with meeting new people and gaining connections, Crowe decided that it was finally time to make a move.

Shoving everything she needed into her bag, leaving a note by the door, making sure her necklace was still on and putting her lucky coat on, Crowe left, ready to tell someone just how talented she is.

**

Having Gustavo yell at her saying she's a nobody, she stuck her ground not having 'no' as her answer. The woman beside him, Kelly Wainwright, sighed deeply, moving her hand to her neck to wipe off the sweat that trickled down. Looking just as tired as the yelling man does, adding that onto a messy stack of papers on the table strewn around of all the recent rejects.

Crowe's file of song sheets, compiled with countless empty food wrappers and empty beverages, not making it any easier for them to handle. Seeing the two fidget in their seats, waiting for a response, song or anything, they stayed silent and stared at her. Not ready to finish off the search, Crowe took a deep breath in and finally spoke.

"I know I'm a nobody, and you're looking for a singer but I'm the last person here. You need someone to go back with you and that can be me! I can help look for someone over there, in LA, not here in some lame nowhere-vile Minnesota place." Pleading the best she could while tightly grabbing the strap of her bag across her chest. Obviously that not being the answer he was wanting, Gustavos' face began to grow redder by the second, with Kelly's face growing in concern for the man not finding anyone and for the girl who was starting to slightly shake.

Not wanting to hear any more obscenities come from the man beside her, Kelly rushed out into the lobby tightly clutching a binder close to her chest. Watching Kelly close the door and leaving the hopeful girl and the furious man alone, Crowe started to lose her composure. But not wanting the empty room to be anymore suffocating, the girl added to her previous statement.