I text Shawn the minute I land in LAX so that he can send me the address of the studio. There is no time to do anything else, my flight was delayed two hours so I'm running behind.
I grab my bag from the conveyor belt and rush to find a taxi. Luckily there is one waiting right outside of the airport gate. Climbing in hastily I tell the driver the name of the street that the studio is on.
Only when the taxi begins to move to I relax. Sitting back in my seat with a sigh I pull out my phone and text Chase and my parents to tell them that I've made it back to LA okay.
The ride is short and before I know it the cab has pulled up in front of a tall building. Island Records.
Its intimidating in itself, the enormity of the building, the fact that I feel like I don't belong here. Not to mention I'm running fifteen minutes late. Of corse this would happen to me, running late and looking like a hot mess on my first big record debut.
I jump out of the cab tugging my luggage behind me and sprint to the studio. My stomach feels like a zoo, my mind is racing a thousand different places and I'm pretty sure you can see my bra strap because my leather jacket has fallen off my shoulder on one side. I look like a mess, I feel like a mess, at least I don't smell like a mess.
It isn't until I've rushed into this large building surly causing a scene, when I realize I have no clue where I'm supposed to go. The most logical thing to do would be to go to the gigantic desk in the middle of the corridor where I am standing and ask for help, but I look awful, I don't belong here.
My leather Jacket gets straightened, my hair gets smoothed out and my lips get glossed, then I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders back and stride confidently to the desk.
Ok Hayden you can do this, its not a big deal. I think over and over again, it's not that bad.
"Hello, how may I help you ", a very loud voice greets me as I walk up to the desk.
"Uh... well.. My name is Hayden March and I'm supposed to be meeting...", I stop mid-scentence when I hear someone yelling behind me.
"Hayden!", the lady at the desk jumps at this sudden noise and I see Shawn sprinting towards me.
I grin and start off in his direction, "Shawnie boy!".
When we meet he wraps me in the biggest bear hug and I hold him tight. I breathe in his familiar smell and close my eyes.
Finally he pulls away and looks at me, "go get your stuff, everyone is waiting".
Awkwardly I walk back to the desk and scoop up my bag and my suitcase.
"Have a nice day", the desk lady says giving me a forced smile. I give her a genuine one in return, I truly am so happy that I'm back here with Shawn.
Shawn rushes me to a huge white elevator, then presses the number 9. We don't speak as the elevator whisks us up to our destination but we don't find the silence awkward. Well at least I don't find the silence awkward. God I hope he doesn't.
When the doors of the elevator open I notice that it has taken us directly into a studio. A sound booth takes up the majority of the space, in front of it stands a massive control pannel where three people I've never seen before are sitting. Behind them stands Camilla, perfecting a whipped cream tower on top of her coffee by a little coffee cart.
That's when it hits me, I'm really in L.A., there are people here who actually want to hear my music. There are people here who could help me make this whole thing into a career. It's all so different and intimidating, I can feel my hands shaking lightly. Shawn's strong hand grips mine and the shaking stops as he leads me into the room.
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