Someone to stay

~ A series of Fortunate Events ~

Pov Beca

- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR AN HOUR!

That's it, I should have expected something like that.  I don't recommend the hysterical version of Blake to anyone.  Especially if you're a veteran of a night of alcohol. I can't even explain the headache I have, there seems to be a drill drilling my temples.  I couldn't get anything to ease the pain, I was already very late. I almost broke my head while I was getting dressed, because of the hurry to get to work.  I quickly wore dark jeans and a very wide T-shirt, found by chance among the clothes scattered last night by Stacie all over my room. It looks like a bazaar. When I get back I'll have to put everything in order. Damn Stacie.

After taking my sunglasses and my bag, I jumped right out of the house to get to the studio.  I didn't even have any coffee, so you can imagine the world's tolerance level at what point it is.

- Blake, Blake, please don't scream!  It's all bouncing around in my head! Could I rather have a coffee? And I'd also need an aspirin, thank you!

I think I've been pretty nice, haven't I? I could have just as easily rationed against them. However, her expression hasn't changed; on the contrary, she seems to be even more angry!

- IS THIS THE WAY YOU PRESENT YOURSELF AT SUCH AN IMPORTANT MEETING? DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT THE CONTRACT, DON’T YOU? GOD, you can barely stand up.

Fuck, the contract.  Today my old contract with the firm expires, and they decided to propose a variation on the new one.  They didn't really say anything, they didn't say what it was going to be, what I should do, what not, they were very vague.  And today we have to discuss it. And I look like a garbage can for the conditions in which I am. Great Beca, why don't you combine a good one?  In all of this, the beautiful blonde head here in front of me doesn't stop yelling at me and I certainly can't blame her. I would have done the same thing in her place.  But all it does is make my situation worse.

- BLAKE!  STOP SCREAMING, GODDAMN IT!  I get it, if you keep raising your voice, I'm definitely not going to recover any faster!  So I repeat, please, bring me an aspirin and a fucking coffee! For God's sake.

I can only hear Blake keep whispering something in her teeth, definitely something not very nice to me, but it doesn't matter.  However, in the meantime she heads to the reception where there is Vivianne, surely to ask what I need. I walk away through the entire lobby to reach the elevators and get to the 10th floor where there are the administrative offices. I don't know what to expect today. I'm a little nervous because my old contract was quite rewarding: in the morning at the studio to be able to create my own mixes, and on alternate evenings I would fill the most famous clubs in LA with my own DJ sets. The adrenaline I felt in those moments is something indescribable. You feel loaded, happy, because the people inside the club are there to listen to you, they appreciate your music, and it's very satisfying. Often they stopped me to take pictures, talk, sometimes they even asked me for autographs and I still can't understand how I can deserve all this love.  I would be sorry if I had to abandon all this, it was and is a fundamental part of my life and I do not want to end up behind a desk, with the big bosses, to evaluate the aspiring artists and decide for their future. I don't think I'd be able to do that, and I don't think it's right. I'm not the right person to be able to break a child's hopes, I know what it feels like and I don't wish it on anyone. I feel that I can do more, I can give more. And I hope the label administrators are aware of that.

- Here's your coffee and your aspirin. I hope it works for you right now.  With the delay we have, we won't even be able to talk to Jeremy first, the meeting starts in 5 minutes.  You can't afford to be head in the clouds, get it?