"Like a skyscraper..." I sang. I just finished wrapping up the last song for my new album, Stronger.
"That. Was amazing. Your voice is heaven, Nicole." My manager, Stacey smiles at me. Stacey has been my manager since I've made it in the music business, which was about 2 years ago. She's like a second mother to me, seeing as my actual mother is in Florida, still working for god knows why. I've already told her I can pay for everything she needs but she insists.
"Thank you Stacey. Holy shit, we finished the album. I can't believe it." I said, mesmerized.
Stacy glares at me, probably for my foul language. "Watch it. You talk like a sailor! you know I can still ground you, right? Just because you're 18 doesn't mean shit. Watch it."
Fuck you, Stacey...
"Anyways," I cooed. " Im so excited for the release party next Friday. I can't imagine who's going to be there. Did you get the backstreet boy to come? Oh, how about Taylor Swift? Oh my god, Stacey. Please tell me you got Taylor to be there."
Taylor is my idol. She is like a dream. I love her so much, she's fucking perfect. Every song she's written, I know. Every concert she's at, I know. Every boyfriend she has had, I know. She's just... amazing. I mean, I'm not like a stalker or anything, I mean no. I just..know everything.
"No, I have not contacted everyone yet about the party. I still have to do some last minute calls, so if you don't mind can we get going so I can take you back home while I run errands?" Stacey says while pushing in one of those rolling chairs that the recording manager sits in.
See that's the thing about Stacey. She never fucking does her fucking job when it needs to be done. If Taylor isn't there, I'll probably might just explode.
"Staceyyyyy," I whine, stomping my feet down the railing to the garage park. "what the hell."
"Im sorry, I know. I know. It's just I had to work out some things with you and One Direction. Which by the way, have you heard of them?"
One direction..?
"Yes" I say out loud as Stace unlocks the car door that is about 1 mile away. Or maybe, I'm just a fat ass and doesn't want to walk.
"Well, there management contacted me a couple of days ago.."
I cringe at the though that Stacey is now telling me this after about ' a couple of days ago'. She's a fucking mess.
"And they want YOU to be apart of their next single." She yelps out, as if this is a dream come true.
Umm, okay.
"Oh, cool. How's it going to be? What do I need to know?"
"Oh cool," she says as she revs the engine up. "Oh cool? Nicole, you do understand this is like the biggest boy band at the moment right?" She yells over the radio that is now playing a more upbeat song by my best friend, Demi. I turn the radio down. And Stacey fastens her seat belt.
Ha, pussy.
"Um, I'm quite sure of that. But it's not like its a big deal, Stacey. Chill the fu-freak out." I stutter remembering she just scolded me 5 minutes ago about saying holy shit.
Again, what a pussy.
I pick at my purple coated manicured fingernails and being to daze out as Stacey keeps going on about me working with One Direction. I mean, I know I asked her for the details, but holy shit. She can really talk my ear off.
But I guess Jarry Styles or Harry Styles or whatever the hell his name is- is cute. He seems to be the only one out of the group I know because everyone is so up his ass. I mean seriously if I was apart of that group or boy band, whatever you want to call them, I would really be annoyed that my best friend is getting more recognition than me. It doesn't seem fair.
