Pick Myself Up.

Hello! This is my story, I'm new to Wattpad, so don't hate on me, please?:) It's quite long, because it's a starter chapter. Please fan or comment or do whatever you wanna do! Ooh, and it's copyrighted, so no stealing, it's illegal.. Thank you all:D

Loads of love to you all,

Maddie<3

 

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Chapter One –  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50117188

I slipped out of the large apartment I shared with my five best friends, George, Ivy, Delilah, Nick and Ed, wearing my favourite shorts, a hippie-looking top and a pair of blue TOMS. I had my iPhone, a breakfast bar and my purse in my mini bag and headed straight for Café Nero, my favourite coffee shop, ordering a large coffee and paying the mighty fine cashier, tipping him. It was a beautiful day, second of April, and spring was just beginning, resulting in the atmosphere feeling warm, and cold, too. I just walked, on my way to the recording studio where I would be recording a song I wrote, not because I could sing, but because I loved to song write. I’m only seventeen, but I have my dream job, I never went to college, seeing as I was offered this immediately after school. I write songs, and interview artists for a magazine called The Musix, what could be better? I arrived at the ever-so-familiar silver building and walked in, smelling that ever-so-familiar smell and smiling at the ever-so-familiar people. I walked in a straight line until I reached the receptionist, Delilah.

“Daisy Simpson.” She winked, lifting herself off her chair and hugging me. “You have two song recordings, and three interviews today.”

“Delilah Thomson! Ugh. SO MANY. Praise the lord it’s Thursday.” I complained. “They better be artists I like.”

“I’m sure they are, love.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I laughed. “Just e-mail my schedule to Lily, and she’ll print it and give it to me. Thank you. Byeeeee!”

I walked away from the reception desk and got into the elevator, pressing the number 13, allowing it to go a bright blue and the elevator shutting. The elevator music here was excellent, Naïve by The Kooks was playing and I was there dancing along, badly until I reached my floor and straightened up, holding in a laugh. What a normal seventeen-year-old.

“Daisy! ‘Del e-mailed me your schedule. Here it is!” My assistant, Lily smiled as she handed me a clipboard with a schedule attached.

“Wow, that was fast! Thanks, Lil.”

‘Recording-  09:00-10:00

Interview- 10:00-11:30

Interview- 11:30-13:00

Lunch break (Hour)

Recording- 14:00-15:00

Interview-15:00-16:30

End of day.’

Right. Left? Middle. Oh gosh, I’m such a funny fucker.

I head off to the recording studio, ready to show my song  to my boss. Seeing as it was my first recording, I decided to just lay back. Second one would be harder work.

“Morning, Simpson, recording today. We’re going to see what it sounds like then we’ll choose which artist to sell the song to. Okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, Dunlop” I smiled, we had a laugh together, and he was a cool boss. We called one another by our last names . “Dunlop. Mr. Alan. Dunlop.” I mimicked a James Bond move as he just laughed and told me to get on with it.