Diamonds For Dinner.

Chapter 20

One week had passed since I extended my stay in Toronto and all I would do was write poetry and occasionally go for a stroll around the street.
I went for shopping too but that didn't turn out so well for me since the location was shared on twitter and the mobs kept running after me until I finally escaped them. I could still go shopping if I wanted to, with a disguise but I thought, back in London, my closet is over flowing.
Why the hell am I buying more clothes?
I would walk around the streets and give 100$ to the homeless I would see. The smile on their face was contagious and so enough, I would smile just like they would when I would see them.
Money wasn't of any value to me and I assume the reason would be that I had so much of it.
When you have something, so little, you value it so much.
When you something, too much, you don't value it too much.
I had to buy another notebook since I had already filled a whole notebook with my poetry. For me, I was quite proud of me, if I could, I would put it in the museum for the world to see.
In that moment, I realized, I had the power, to make the world see my poetry and it wasn't because I owned a museum.
I would use this poetry as my song writing material for my new album.
My realization made me jump up and down in my hotel room, I was beaming.
Soon enough I dialed John's number.
"JOHN!" I screamed.
"Everything okay? Are you okay?"
"John!" I screamed again
"Lana, are you fine? Where are you?"
"John, I'm totally fine. I wanted to call you to tell you that I want to start song writing for the new album, I've already written some material" I explained beaming.
"That's fantastic! Are you sure, no break for you then?" he asked
"Hundred percent sure"
"Fantastic! Our management has a studio in Toronto as well. You should do the song writing there. Of course you can't write the whole album yourself, I'll talk to a few other artists if they work with you on your new album"
"I'm so excited" I exclaimed.
"It will take some time, a few days before we get it all together, get ready" he said and cut the call.

*

It was the day, I was supposed go to the studio and meet the other artists who were going to work on the song writing with me. John said that most of them weren't so famous but there was one particular singer who was, as John said, ' Filthy rich and Famous '
I wondered if people said they same about me.
I walked in the studio wearing black leather knee high boots with a white plain collar shirt, brown skinnies and red lipstick. My dark brown hair was let lose and my light brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
I knew I was pretty, I had been told that so many times and I had to be a stubborn person if I hadn't believed it by now.
I sat in the room waiting for the other song writer to come. Today the ' Filthy rich and famous ' song writer was supposed to come and he was already 15 minutes late.
Getting annoyed by thinking I could've just sat in my hotel room eating delicious food rather than wait for his majesty to arrive. I wanted to slap him as soon as I would see him.
Soon enough, the door swung open and a man walked in. My jaw dropped and I started drooling over him and staring him.
What I never realized at that moment was, what kind of fool I must've looked like while I did that.
"Hi, I'm looking for Landla Ellen" he said with a grin
"You're Daniel Cane" I grinned
"Yes but that wasn't the ans-"
"I'm Landla Ellen, nice to meet you" I said standing up and shaking my hand with his.
His hands were so soft.
Like tissues folded over one another.
"Nice to meet you Landla Ellen" he said as he took the seat next to mine.
He was wearing black jeans with a grey T-shirt. His eyes were icy blue and his hair was dirty blonde, his skin was tan and his cheeks were rosy but not too much rosy and he was muscular but not too much muscular.
To me, from every prospective, he looked perfect.
"I'm Daniel Cane but you already know it" he said with a smirk.
Of course I knew who he was. He was on the front page of the news paper every day. He was filthy famous.
Every person knew him in the music industry.
"Of course Mr.Cane, considering how famous you're I don't think that should be a surprise" I blurted
"Please call me Daniel" he responded
"Daniel..." I trailed off
"So how old are you?" he asked
"I'm 26, what about you?" I asked
"28" he continued "I think we should spend the first day knowing each other it'll be easier to get along that way if you're not in a rush to complete the album"
"Oh no, I'm not in a rush. I would agree with you" I replied
"So how old were you when you came into the music industry?" he asked

We spent two hours in the studio just talking and doing absolutely no song writing, which was the reason we were there in the first place but it felt nice, after such a long time, to talk to someone, to open yourself up to them and the best feeling was to know that Daniel's whole focus was on me. When I would speak, his icy blue eyes would meet my light brown eyes and from the reflection of his eyes in mine, my eyes would sparkle as if I had seen a star in front of me.