The Rockstar Within Me

The Rock Star Within Me - Chapter 46

Copyright 2013

River’s POV 

“What?” I snapped, answering my phone. It was my agent. He was always on my ass and I just wanted to go one day without having to hear his or my publicist’s whiny voice. 

“Are you driving?” My manager’s voice asked, frustrated.

“None of your business.” I retorted, trying my best to keep my phone at my ear while I turned into the parking lot of Jurassic Recording.

“It is my business! You were supposed to meet Anthony over an hour ago! And if someone get’s a picture of you driving while on the phone… You’ll just have to add it to the list of problem’s you’ve already cause me.”

It was like déjà vu listening to him criticize my actions and me. I don’t know why he didn’t just quit if he was so unhappy… oh wait, he wouldn’t be getting that giant paycheck I was paying him.

“I’m pulling up now. Anything else you want to bitch at me about?” I asked sarcastically.

“No. God. For all our sakes I hope Anthony can talk some sense into you, River. Seriously kid, you need to get your act together.” He hung up then, before I could say anything else.

I cursed him and swore that I was going to finally fire him, even though I knew I couldn’t.

Thank god there was valet parking at this place.

I drove my black Camaro up to where the attendants were waiting, not wasting time as I got out and threw the keys at them. The guy looked a little scared with my moody behavior but I didn’t care.

Quickly, I paced through the lobby of the overdone building. I didn’t check-in like all the other people would have to; my face was enough.

I noticed how many individuals were in the lobby. Most of them were probably waiting for an interview. Jurassic Recording had a large department that was constantly looking for new talent; unfortunately they didn’t sign many acts.

Most of the people waiting in the lobby, would get a ‘we’ll be in touch” and never hear from the company again. The music business was a tough place to break into and Jurassic Recording was a dream killer for most artists. Most of the kids would never even meet Anthony Harrison.

Unfortunately for me, I was way too familiar with Anthony, or Tony was what he liked to be called by his close acquaintances.

I got to the elevator and pressed the up button.

Someone’s eyes were burning holes into my back.

I cursorily scanned the large foyer. A couple of people had seen me, even if I had tried my best to look inconspicuous as possible.

One red head in particular who was sitting nearby seemed to be undressing me with her eyes.

I took my sunglasses off, to get a better look at her.

She wore a skimpy outfit and way to much makeup for my taste. My guess was that she was trying to become a pop singer or maybe she was auditioning to be a backup dancer. Whatever it was, she would probably get by just on looks instead of her actual talent. She continued to bite her lip seductively, pretty much begging me to come over.

I didn’t.

The elevator opened and I stepped in, effectively forgetting all about the slutty girl.

Once the doors were closed, I sighed and leaned up against the wall. My head was heavy and pounding from the constant headache I seemed to always have. The fluorescent lights hurt my eyes. All I wanted to do was be in my bedroom, pull the curtains closed and then fall asleep in a mountain of sheets and pillows.