Finding Yourself || on hold

Chapter 13- I feel like I'm in Twilight

This chapter is dedicated to  @ninahh_wienerr because she was one of the people who helped me come up with the cast! And she's a great writer!

Chapter 13

"Hello, you must be Olivia," a dark-skinned man addressed me in the smooth drawl that all of the radio announcers have. Though he was supposedly Hollwood's most famous deejay, he looked very normal in a red tee shirt and dark jeans. He gave me a wide smile, which seemed just a tad too cheerful. Wait a minute... this guy could be Harold's long lost brother!

Since I was new to the whole 'Hollywood' spiel, I glanced at my two accomplices (also known as Blake and Harold) for assurance as for what to say. They were standing on each side of me, as if I was a delicate damsel in distress in need of bodyguards.

A brief smile flickered across Harold's features as my gaze met his. He tipped his bald head slightly in the direction of the man in front of me. Blake gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and I had the urge to flick his hand away.

Peering back at the smiling dude in front of me, I saw that his hand was outstretched. I hesitantly grasped it with my own (and boy, my skin looked like milk in comparison. I really needed to tan.)

"Yes, that'd be me," I let out in a rush as I snapped my hand back.

"Well, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Juan. C'mon, I'll show you around the station," Before I could respond, he was already prancing down the hallway.

After two weeks of my 'album' being released, I had been invited to do a radio interview with 'Hollywood's number one radio station and deejay.' I couldn't remember the name for the life of me.

People had begun to talk about me for some weird reason, saying that I was an 'instant star.' Instant star, my butt. Mariana compared me to Andrew Jackson, saying people liked me because I was 'ordinary and relatable.' 

As we walked to the room where the interviews were hosted, I couldn't help but gawk at the place. It had a very light atmosphere, since there were a lot of windows which gave natural lighting. The flooring was white laminate, and the walls were eggshell white. But it didn't look dull because there were a bunch of framed pictures of just about everything to do with music. It wasn't flashy, but definitely nice.

When we rounded the corner, I realized that we lost Harold to the small kitchen, and that Blake and Juan were making small talk ahead of me. 

Juan whipped his head around and my eyes made contact with his extremely dark ones. 

"Olivia! We've reached our destination," He called cheerfully and began to unlock a big door labeled in gold lettering, DJ Juan, with a silver key. I jogged to where they were, my sneakers tapping against the hard floor. Let's just say that I was pretty eager to see what it was like on the inside.

"Someone seems excited," Blake said under his breath with an amused glint in his eyes. I simply stuck my tongue out and stalked past him, trying to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of my     stomach.

So what if I was excited? I knew that I never wanted to be a singer before, but I was starting to get the gist of things, and I actually didn't mind it that much. I mean, I was doing what I loved and didn't feel like I failed my dad.

When I thought of the reoccurring dream, I internally shuddered. It hadn't violated my sleep in about a week, and I felt happy and antsy at the same time. Just thinking about it made my mind not process the awesome room.

I stood there marveling at the studio as Juan was setting up. It was just plain cool.

It sort of reminded me of the one from that Disney movie with Debbie Ryan called Radio Rebel that I watched out of curiosity. The flooring was faded red carpet (that seemed to be popular). There was a bunch of pointless things lining the walls as decorations.