People were screaming and the crowd wasn't helping with my claustrophobia either. Luckily for Diane and me, we got to be escorted to the front of the audience so I could get nice photos of the man of the hour. My camera was hanging around my neck as made sure the flash was on so I didn't just get darkness. The lights dimmed and Diane was grinning and giggling uncontrollably.
A thin man in a suit stepped on to the stage, smiling and waving."Hello New York," he anounced into the microphone,"I'm going to be playing some songs from my new album for you. Thanks for comin' out tonight. I hope you enjoy." He grabbed his gutair from the stand behind him counting down the band.
"She was acting pretty
Thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her
That pretty ain't a job
Now she begs for money
No one calls her honey
As she bothers shoppers
In the parking lot
"Um, Mister Ross?" the young man froze and turned around when he heard his name."I'm Jane Mercer. I'm here for the interview that will be in Morning Star."
"Oh." he gasped,"Sorry. I forgot. Follow me." I clutched my pencil in my fingers as he led me down a narrow hallway before turning to the right and walking into his dressing room. I hesitated,"Come on. The sooner we get this over with the better. Just sit on the couch over there."
I plopped down on a springy brown couch and he did the same into a chair in front of me. "So what inspired your new album?"
"Well, my friends and I took a vacation to a cabin and a lot of...things sparked from that creatively." I as an educated individual, I know that means something inappropriate happened on that vacation and the same may happen on the tour. "Are you married, Ms. Mrecer?"
I was taken aback by his question."No. Why are you even asking me that? Not very gentlemanly of you."
"The tour starts next month. I just thought you may like to bring him along. Plus, you work. A woman as pretty as you? Not to be rude but, you should have a man providing for you."
I scoffed, looking down at my notepad then back up at the man across from me. "Mr. Ross. I assure you, I could have a husband if I wanted one. However, I'm a woman of the times and these days, oh, how did your song go? Pretty ain't a job. Back to the interview?"
He smirked, knowing he'd been defeated,"Sure Ms. Mercer." That respect thing may be hard to achieve.
A/N: I know that this chapter is super short but bare with me it will get longer and better as the story goes on.
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Pretty Ain't A Job {Ryan Ross}
Fanfiction"A woman as pretty as you? Not to be rude but, you should have a man providing for you." I scofed, looking down at my note pad then back up at the man across from me. "Mr. Ross. I asure you, I could have a husband if I wanted one. However, I'm a wom...
