Wicked Games

Chapter 1: Maddie - Wicked Games

Chapter 1: Maddie

"Your room is right here, Miss. Silva." the receptionist said, pointing to oak door on the third floor of the building.

"Thank you." I replied quietly, giving her a small smile.

I pushed open the door, revealing a tiny room, about half the size of my room back in England. The walls were crème, giving the illusion of some space, at least. A chestnut four-legged table was placed in the middle, accompanied with two matching chairs. The best part of the room was the window at the back wall, occupying most of the wall. The view that could be seen was the usual busy daytime that occurred in Toronto.

I sighed internally. We all start somewhere, I guess.

I had only been in Canada for two days, but the nostalgic feeling for England was already consuming me entirely. But I wanted my job badly. All my life, I've wanted to be a backup singer. This job allows me to do some ghost-writing on the side (I've written number 1 songs for artists before), but mostly backup singing. Now here I am, at one of the main buildings at Republic Records. Being 21 and graduating University with a Music degree, what was there to lose? And the best part of this job? I get to work with The Weeknd. THE FRICKING WEEKND HIMSELF.

I tried containing my excitement, wondering when I would meet Mr. Tesfaye himself. I set down my apricot, leather tote bag on the chestnut table, deciding I would go down to the lobby and make myself an Espresso with the coffee maker the building had.

I opened the door, walking briskly to the chrome elevator down the hall. I clicked the button and it immediately, the doors opened. I stepped inside the wide elevator, looking at the mirror. I begin playing with the end of my thick fish-plait, noticing that I had to sort out my split ends. Other than that, my black winged eyeliner and pink lip gloss had stayed in place.

For the second time that day, I internally sighed. I wish I was prettier, I thought. My face was very plain; deeply tanned skin, sea blue eyes, classic elongated nose and pouty pink lips. Plus, I had some curves going on, but they weren't very wide.

The doors opened once again, distracting me from my mirror scrutiny. I stepped out, making my way past reception, to the coffee maker.

"That was very quick!" said the receptionist, tapping away on the computer.

The receptionist and I laughed in unison at her little joke.

I walked over to the coffee maker, and slid in the Espresso tab into the slot. My eyes were fixated with the liquid that was slowly dripping into the paper cup.

When the Espresso was ready, I picked up the cup with one hand, blowing down on the hot liquid with my mouth. I began walking back to the elevator, when I saw him.

He was wearing a plain ivory top, deciding to pair the top with some maroon jeans, and some jet black combat boots. His hair was slightly messy, some cascading down to his face.

He looked tired, and was obviously going to the coffee machine, in need of a wake up. Even though he was tired, he looked nice. Very nice.

THE WEEKND WAS NEARLY WALKING PAST AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Should I look at him and smile, or should I pretend I couldn't see him?

Too late. He had already caught my gaze with his dark brown eyes.

"Hey," The Weeknd said to me, smiling and bearing all his pearly teeth.

"Hi," I replied, smiling back and waving with my free hand.

My life was complete.

Author's Note:

Sorry if the first chapter was kinda crappy; this is my first story, & the first chapter isn't very special, right? Anyway, I'm open to opinions, constructive criticism, & suggestions (:

A picture of Maddie, & a video of 'Wicked Games' to your right. But if you have already pictured how Maddie looks, feel free to leave it up to your imagination (:

~Bela<3