A Simply Complicated Love Story [Book 1]

22. Well, One Thing's For Sure: We CANNOT Tell Drew

It had finally gotten to Friday, and I was freaking out. Drew ended up coming with me, just for moral support. I wanted him there when I recorded my first album. I think he also wanted to make sure that I didn't turn into the "diva fame robot" he thought I would become. Even though that was just a dream, I was pretty sure it was a sign of real life. I was so upset about the conversation I overheard, I guessed that the dream was like a message of what was acctually going on.

"So, are you ready for this?" Drew asked as we were driving to the recording studio.

"Babe, Naomi was born ready!" I shouted confidently. He laughed at me.

"You sond just like Kitty! What, are you gonna start hitting on foxy waiters now?" he joked. I crossed my arms, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Course not! Sorry, but your stuck with me!" He smiled his usual amazing smile.

"Good. That's the only place I want to be" He looked over at me. I smiled back, but then spazzed out of nowhere.

"Drew! Eyes on the road! God!" I screamed. He casually turned his head back to the road, as if he was used to my random freak attacks. 

"Okay, okay. I guess I just can't keep my eyes off of you!"

"Sorry," I said, embarassed. "I'm just so nervous about this! I mean, what if I'm not good enough, or my voice cracks, or...or..."

"Stop it. You're amazing! You'll do fine. No, better than fine. You'll do perfect. No, better than--"

"Alright, alright! Fine, I'll stop stressing about it" He smiled at me.

"Good. Now just relax and give it all you got!" he said as he pulled up to the recording studio. I took a deep breath and stepped out the car.

"Naomi! Come here, dollface!" a man in a leather coat shouted as he walked into the main lobby. I was guessing he was the Jeremy Jones I was talking to on the phone.

"Jeremy! So good to meet you! I'm so excited to record the album," I said excitedly, shaking his hand. He looked over at Drew, who walked in after me.

"Oh, and who is this?" Jeremy asked, sliding his huge shades down to his nose.

"I'm Drew. Naomi's boyfriend," Drew said, flashing one of his huge smiles.

"Well, well, well! That is QUITE a smile you have there! Have you ever considered modeling?" Jeremy asked enthusiastically. Drew shot me a look that said "looks like you're about to sleep with a model!"

"No, I had never given it much thought, but it sounds...interesting" Jeremy puled out a bussiness card and slid it in Drew's jacket pocket. He then whispered "call me," and led us to the recording studio I would work in.

"WOW! This is insane!" I yelled as soon as I walked in. There was a giant sheet of glass separating a huge soundboard and a recording microphone with some professional-looking headphones.

"Yes, it most definitely is 'insane,' but right now, let's show you the first track on your album," Jeremy said, clapping his hands as a college boy scrambled into the room with some sheet music. "This is my intern, Luke. Don't mind him, really" I walked up to Luke and shook his hand.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Luke. Pretty cool job, huh?" He smiled.

"Course! Oh, god," he said very nervously. "You know, I meet a ton of new vocalists everyday, but...wow, I can't believe I'm meeting Naomi Duchess! You were awesome on New York Talent..." I laughed at how nervous he was getting. Drew laughed also.

"Hey, hands off, buddy. She's mine!" he snapped at him jokingly. Jeremy rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, let's get moving. I said no talking to the intern," he said annoyed, taking the stack of sheet music from Luke.