Finding You(on hold)

Meeting the Corn Dogs

"No one could never, ever

Take away our forever, ever

And even when it's hard

Your name's still written in my heart

No, I never, ever

Want to lose this forever, ever

With you

So let's go far, far away

A place we can stay

No rude interruptions

Just you and me , at night

Arms wrapped so tight-ly

You say you need me

So honey come close

I'll be your daily dose

Heroine, crack pipe

Moon and your starlight

No, baby please don't go

I'll be your daily dose

Your yesterday, tomorrow

Whatever you need

Crystal light, moonshine

Good buzz, your weed,

I'll be, your daily dose,"

"Alright Ms.Parker, that's sounds good for now. It's going really well so far. You're friend Melissa was right to pick you up." Mike, the music producer Melissa had me meet today, told me.

"Thanks," I blushed at him.

"I'd sign you myself but before I can do that I have to talk with The Brain." The Brain, I've learned, is the president of the studio. He was given the odd nickname because of a childhood accident. He has a strict eye for the talent coming into the studio, and won't sign anyone without his personal approval. After seeing the talent himself, but with today's exception, he was willing to take a video and watch it later because he was a good friend with Melissa.

"That's fine," I told him. I was so nervous.

"I'll get back to you about what he says, but before I give it to him I have to warn you, he's known for wanting to know who a love song is about so if he likes you, expect questions."

I laughed at his comment. Not a funny laugh, but a nervous one. I don't normally talk about my music on a personal level to people, Collin was really the only who ever knew the story behind a song. Sometimes even he had to find out himself.How was I going to tell a stranger about this, about Collin.

Collin

I stepped out I the air, well I tried to I had a literal jet leg. I was going to need a nap after I get to hotel. I spent the next ten minutes trying to find a taxi to take me to the hotel.

After finally getting one I hopped into the back seat and pulled out my phone, hoping she'll answer. It rang twice before her voice came on.

"Hey you got Mel!" I knew she only said it that way because it sounds like she's saying "you got mail," I listened to the rest of the message.

"Sorry I can't answer right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as you can. Have a nice day!" Her voice stopped when a beep came.

God, did I miss her voice. I missed her more than anything. I sent her what must be the billionth text.

"I know you must hate me, but I know you're in LA and I wanna talk."