Sing to Me

Chapter Three

SORRY...I'VE BEEN A LITTLE LAZY LATELY, BUT NOW I'VE FINALLY GOT AN UPDATE. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I REALLY LIKE THE PLOTLINE OF THIS STORY AND WILL DEFINITELY KEEP IT. ANYWAYS..READ ON.

I looked down at the small white card in my hand and back up at the ugly brick building. It seemed to be the right address, but the building was less impressive than I had imagined. My friend’s cousin was part of J Studio’s art and design department. He helped contribute and create the covers of CD’s for relatively new artists. He was able to get me an interview, with someone who was looking for some talent around these parts.

I had to drive an hour and a couple towns over, but it was worth the while, knowing that today might be the day that I could be discovered. Of course, I might also blow this chance and never be able to live with myself again. I hoped it was the first one. I had to lie to my mom and tell her that I was going to try out math club today after school, when in reality, I was sneaking down here.

I double checked myself. Yes, it was the right day, right time. Friday, 4:30. I was at the right address. I pulled at the edges of my cream sweater.

“I can do this,” I chanted to myself in encouragement.

I opened the door of the building and walked into the lobby. It looked much nicer in the inside than on the outside. The marble floor reflected my nervous and giddy face. I approached the man at the front desk and asked him which floor was James Lee’s office, the man I was going to meet.

He gave me a pointed look through his greasy black hair as if to say, ‘Oh, so you’re a wannabe entertainer too.’ I wondered how many people came through here wanting to fulfill their dreams. And how many failed.

“It’s on the top floor, Room 213 last door on the left,” the front door man said, waving me away.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

I headed over to the elevator and anticipated as the floor numbers slowly went up until I reached the top. I stepped out and looked around. When I finally found room 213, I took a gulp, knocked, and let myself in.

Once inside, a busy secretary looked at me coldly, and asked me my name.

“Um, I’m Kara William…I think I’m supposed to meet with someone named James Lee,” I told her.

“You can sit there for now,” she motioned to some chairs, “He’s seeing someone else now.”

After a few more minutes, I heard a door open and out stepped a gorgeous lady in about her mid twenties. She had black hair and soft brown eyes, with a bright red lip. Her curves shaped her in all the right places and she stood tall at about a little less than six feet. She was wearing a little black dress that was meant more for clubbing than this atmosphere. I suddenly felt self conscious. I was in a sweater and jeans, while this goddess was dressed in a little black dress and a blazer with heels.

Behind her followed a scrawny white male in his thirties or early twenties. He had his light brown hair slicked back and his eyes had black circles surrounding them. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, and the two shared a good laugh and a hug before she headed off.

The secretary motioned to the man and mumbled something to him, probably about me being here.

“Kara William?” he asked, looking at me, “Are you her?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I said standing up immediately.

“Okay, just follow me into this room here,” the man gestured and started walking, “My name’s James Lee by the way, nice to meet you.”

“Hi, thanks again for seeing me…” I started, but stopped when I entered the room. It was a professional studio.  There was a glass window separating this room into two parts. The part we were standing in now had all the cool tech stuff and some comfy sofas. There was a microphone hanging from the ceiling inside the adjacent room and a stool too.