Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 30

Conor's P.O.V

It had been a struggle getting up this morning, leaving Alaska in bed was never easy and today wasn't any different.

I've still got a fever, or at least it feels like I do, my head pounding and my body freezing. But this meeting can't be missed and walking in through the doors to my label do I know that this will be a fucking nightmare.

The place is pretty much deserted, most people probably coming in later on and I hate my manager for booking the meeting this early.
I mean, nine am isn't normal for anyone to be up, let alone me, the sleep deprived popstar.

I turn the corner, wrapping my jacket tighter around my body. How the fuck can it be this bloody cold I May? It's almost summer and still the temperature isn't above fifteen degrees in the morning.

"Hey man!"

My manager is waiting outside the room and I pull him into a hug, feeling him pat my back in a friendly way.

We'd gotten to know each other quite well now yet I miss the friendship I had with Aaron, he'd been with me from the start and three years is a long time when it comes to managers in this business.

"Let's get started, the rest will drop in after time, apparently traffic's terrible this morning"

I nod, taking a seat opposite him, pulling out my laptop from my rucksack and setting it up on the table in front of me.

"Okay let's start with this summer, you got everything under control?"

He leans back in his seat, letting me speak about the things I've got planned for the future.

"I guess, Dancing in the headlights and Catch me here will be out, I mean they're only features but"

I scroll through my calender, almost getting anxiety over all the stuff that I've got coming up. I'd a trip to LA and Vidcon planned in June and then some interviewing jobs during a couple of festivals, just to go back to LA in August for a more work focused trip.

"How do you feel about the covers, still want to release them to Spotify?"

I'd thought about that for a while, uploading all my covers to Spotify so that people could listen to them on other sites other than just YouTube and Facebook. But then that means a lot of extra work and with the second album I don't really know if I've got that time.

"Maybe, if it's not too much of a hassle"

He nods, writing it down in his notes.

"We'll have to talk to the rest of the team when they get here but I thought about maybe putting your best performing covers on an album as a way to say thank you or something"

I look at him, surprised over the fact that he'd just suggested such a thing. Because if I'm honest neither him or the others in my team had been that positive about the covers in the beginning. I'd practically had to convince them to let me keep doing them.

"Sick! I so want to do that"

He smiles, writing that down as well.

"And then the album. Maybe you should start thinking about working on that, get some songs done and stuff"

I had fully just ignored the album since I got dropped last year and I hate to say that it's probably the main cause to my anxiety. I just can't think of it without my heart racing and my mouth going dry.

And it's not that I don't want to finish it, it's just that I feel like they now expect something extremely good and I don't think I can do that.

It honestly made me feel sick.