The Studio

1. The First Attraction

The telephone rang twice before I could dive for it and fall face first into the sofa. Blowing at the strands that made in my mouth I pushed a long lock of hair from my face before yanking the receiver up and answering the persistent caller.

"Hello?" I asked as I ran my fingers through my ebony tresses and tucked another stray behind my double pierced ear. The voice on the other line spoke with elation and a bliss that always made me feel optimistic and right away, I knew without a doubt that it was my aunt.

"Hey Alex! I’ve got some great news for you. I'm supposed to be recording a jingle for a pet food commercial to be played on the radio and I need you to sing back up for me. Think you can squeeze me into that hectic schedule of yours?" she asked quickly.

 Of course, ‘excited’ was an understatement; anything involving the usage of my voice and the chance to have it plastered for someone else’s ears was a dream come true for me.

"Of course! Just name the time and place and I'll be there."

"Great! Thursday at twelve, I'll pick you up and please don't be late."

   After a few more minutes of eager questions, I finally hung up the telephone and clapped my hands with joy. I have been waiting for too long to get inside a studio and sing my heart out. Yes, yes it was just a commercial, but every big celeb had to start some place small right? I’m aware that my voice isn’t some run of the mill, bath tub ballad special; others have said as much and I spent most of my life getting better at it. Aunt Bebe might have just gotten me my big break.

    Thursday finally came around and I was glad because I was going to combust if I had to wait another day. My aunt had been on time and through the entire ride I bombarded her with questions and a lot started with ‘what if’. We pulled up to the address that was written in my Aunt Bebe’s organizer and stared at the structure with a bit of confusion. We were both expecting a big building with a huge flashing sign or something; instead it was a huge one storey house with a driveway as high as a hill and a garden that stretched the length of it.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked; looking up at the tall off white building. It was a beautiful house, with statues and a water fountain decorating the yard. A black car was parked in the brown brick drive-way and I took it as a sign that someone was home.

"Yes. Well, I think so. Why don't you go up there and knock on the door? Ask for Mr. Royce." My aunt instructed as she turned off the ignition.

“Pretty jazzy name…” I muttered as I pushed the car door open and left my aunty snickering behind the wheel.

Despite my reluctance, and it had nothing to do with the cardio ahead of me, I sucked it up and climbed the tall driveway to make my way to the door. The trudge up the up rise was hell on my thighs and when I got three quarters of the way I breathed a sigh of relief as the ground levelled out. I took a deep breath, knocked slowly on the large oak door with its opal window and waited for a response. After a few seconds of hammering at it, I began to believe we’d mistaken the place. Just as I had turned to leave, the door swung open and I turned to the gentle cry of hinges to come face to face with a god. I wish I could say that I was overreacting, but the guy was absolutely breath taking and made me glisten in a certain spot south of my navel. Shamelessly, my mouth fell ajar and I ogled all that man that stood before me. He stood at least 6'3 with hair cut close to his head at the back but filled out on top to do this amazing curving action. He had those baby blue eyes that were endless in depth and made me wet myself in every orgasmic sense of the word.

Remembering that I was a stranger at his door, I figured actually communicating with the guy would keep the cops at bay.

"Uh, hi. I'm looking for Mr. Royce? My aunt has an appointment for a recording today..." I said slowly; still working on that composure. I nearly did that girly sigh thing when I saw his lips lift into a slow panty dropping smile. Someone was going to have to hose of the bricks where I stood when this was all done. Honestly.