The Musician

[Chapter 1]

Picture of Asa Price!

[Asa]

"Mrs.Price I see that you're fresh out of college", He says examining my résumé with his glass at the end of his wrinkled nose.

"Yes sir graduated at a young age from Harvard number one in my class", I say smiling at Mr.King Sr., hopefully my new boss in the business world. Becoming the youngest female to graduate Harvard at the top of the graduating class is difficult. At one point I found myself becoming antisocial from the world just to be number one. All the nights studying till I past out with a book beside me will soon pay off.

"Impressive Mrs.Price", Mr.King Sr. says chuckling and casing his hands on his own and smiling at me.

"Yes indeed, my mother raised me to set my bar as high as impossible", I say earning a chuckle and I join in with the small laughter.

"What made you want to become an assistant instead of starting up from the ground", He asks with an sprinkled grey eyebrow raised.

"I wanted a little bit of experience on how the ropes are handled in business, just a first on sneak peak of the game", I say smiling and his brown eyes look at me more curious, but finally a smirked settled on his lips.

"Alright Mrs.Price, that'll be all and I will call you", He says still smirking and I nod raising out of the seat. I push open the conference room doors, and walk to the elevator doors pressing the lobby button. The elevator dings indicting it's open and, I step inside followed by more people. I hope I got the job to be his assistant instead of his son Travis. No matter how deep I looked for a single photo of Travis he was nowhere to be found only baby pictures.

I also found some of his music works he created that made me cry hard, and I wasn't even into the classic music get up. I felt every emotion in that song and the key one was loneliness. I could relate to the music that filled my ears, but I could also hear pain. It was faint but it was definitely there, but just so faint only most could hear it. I exit the elevator and into the crowd of the busy lobby blending in like I belonged. The door man opens the door for me and I smile and say thank you. I walk in the direction of my home, and my phone buzzes I reach in my black clutch getting it and answering.

"Asa Price speaking", I say politely.

"Hello Mrs.Price this is Dr.Keen", He says to me.

"What's wrong?", I ask quickly as I walked down the street.

"Your mother is improving no need to rush down here", Dr.Keen says chuckling at me and I roll my eyes.

"That's wonderful", I squeak happily earning weird and confused looks from passing strangers.

"Her body is fighting the cancer cells very well", Dr.Keen says proudly.

"That was the cherry on top of my day", I say beaming.

"Alright goodbye Mrs.Price", Dr.Keen says hanging up the phone. I put my phone away and take out my keys to my apartment. It wasn't a high class condo, but it was enough for me, myself, and I.

I push open my door and walk upstairs to my apartment.

"Asa", I hear voice say sniffling and spitting.

"Yes Mr.Marco", I say annoyed but, smiling not to show it.

"I need my rent", He says crossing his arms. Mr.Marco is my dad old war pal, old but very well built.

"I need time", I say with a pleading look.

"Ask your father", Mr.Marco says like he solved world hunger.

"I will not live off of my fathers money", I say rolling my eyes and flipping my dark brown hair. I walk up the stairs and to my door, and I unlock it revealing my basic apartment. I had a white walls with cream carpet. My furniture was pretty basic and very cheap. I had a small black love seat with a TV on the wall, a small table and two chairs in my kitchen, and also a full sized bed and a dresser. I didn't have much but I couldn't complain too much, except for my landlord giving me crap about rent.

I slip out of my heels and walk straight into my kitchen that was connected to my living room. I grab a water bottle and plop on my black love seat tiredly. I turn on the TV watching to watch Netflix to catch up with orange is the new black. I sprint to get a bag of ruffles cheddar sour cream chips and sit and watch Piper make horrible decisions. After watching six episodes I decide to make myself dinner. I get out my utensils and ingredients to make sweet pasta sauce and noddles. I being to chop up tomatoes, and my cell phone rings loudly. I wipe off my hands, and into the living to get my phone off the love seat.

"Hello, Mrs.Price", I say professionally.

"Hello Mrs.Price, this is Mr. King calling about your interview today", He says with a calm voice while I freak out.

"But you won't be working for me", Mr. Kings adds quickly, and I furrow my eyebrows and sit on the love seat.

"Then who will I be working for?", I say with a questioning voice.

"My son Travis", He says to me.

"Ok..", I say pausing wondering why I would be working for a musician, instead of someone in my line of vision like business.

"When is the soonest you can start?", He asks me curiously.

"A few days", I say really needing a break from all my life's hard work.

"Ok so when can I get your clothes packed, and personally pay for a storage for your other things", Mr.King Sr. says with a smirk in his tone. my mouth goes agape from the bomb he just dropped on me.

"Wait a minute, why would I be moving in I'm just a P.A.", I ask with a glint of frustration running my fingers through my wavy silky hair.

"Well he needs a 24 hour assistant, and you're very well qualified for the job", He says chuckling at my frustration.

"Alright Mr.King", I say sighing, Mr. King is lucky my life depends on this job to pay for expenses.

"Great see you in three days", Mr.King Sr. says ending the call. I roll my eyes annoyed getting back to my cooking. I finish cooking and walk to my little round table and eat my delicious mouth watering sweet saucy meat sauce and pasta. After demolishing my plate I place it in my dishwasher, and walk to my bed room. I rip off my clothes letting the fabric hit the floor. I lay on my stomach on my stiff bed in a pink thing and white bra. I open my laptop and go straight to google. I decide to search up more things about Travis King. There was nothing new about him posted although I did find his youtube channel that show casted his music, and music videos his released. I let the angelic sound fill my ear and soul it was so beautiful.

After awhile I turn off the music and, slip into a purple silk short gown. I sit my laptop on my dresser and tuck myself into bed.

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-A.