Jens POV
'I'm here! Hello?' I yelled to an empty office.
'Wow, early huh? Thats a new one', Benny pointed out.
'Ha-ha. Funny. I wanted to do some writing before I meet henry'.
'HARRY! Jen get it right'! He said back, annoyed.
'I'll get it eventually'.
'You have a half hour before he shows up'.
I walked to the main area of the studio and unlocked the door, then re locked it behind me. I need quiet and somewhere to write.
I sat at the piano and ran my fingers over the keys. I just can't do it.
My father was a famus Broadway music writer and evenmore well known piano player.
One night, 6 months ago on stage in front of 25,000 people, including his entire family, He was murdered as he sat at the piano. Someone ran onstage and slit his throat.
Playing piano has always been my first love. But now... I cant even bear to look at one.
I stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the memory there.
Harry should be here by now.
'Benny is he here'?
'No'.
An hour later....
'Where is he Benny? I'm not gonna wait all fucking day'.
'Late... Obviously'.
'Obviously', I rolled my eyes.
God damn men...
Harry's POV
I showed up at the studio to record some stuff.
Benny's car was gone and replaced with one i'd never seen before.
I walked into the studio and looked around.. lights on but nobodys here. Huh.
I'll just go to the piano room.
I walked in and sitting in the corner with a guitar was the most beautiful woman i've ever seen.
She was wearing a longsleeved, super short tight black sparkly dress and her hair fell over her shoulders in long perfect waves.
She saw me and glanced up.
'You lost? I thought I locked the door..' she said.
Holy shit... she has the most mesmorizing eyes. I could get lost looking at her.
'Excuse me'? She said, annoyed.
I cleared my throat. 'Im Harry. Harry Connick Jr... Just came to work on some music'.
She looked me over, studying me.
'Harry? Pfft! You were supposed to be here 4 hours ago', She said standing up to put her guitar away.
'I know. I did't feel like showing up until later'.
'Listen', she said turning to face me, folding her arms, 'I've been on this label 10 years. You're the new kid on the block. If you don't think you have to play by the rules then you're in for a wakeup call buddy. I've seen artists come with your attitude and they get kicked to the curb within a month. I suggest you get serious. This isn't a cute little game we play. Get it right.... Henry'.
'Woah, did you just call me Henry'?
'Maybe... Does it matter'? She said, brushing against my arm as she passed. 'Names Jennifer by the way. But you can call me Jen'.
'You play piano Jen'?
'No'.
'Why not? You play guitar'.
'I just don't. That ok with you? Don't pry'.
'Simmer down... I was just asking'.
'Well don't'.
This one is sexy... my god I need to get her to myself.
'You wanna go to dinner'? I asked.
'No'.
'Why not!? It'll be fun', I said smiling.
'Because no. Thats why'.
'Thats not an answer'!
'Hmmm... NO'! She rolled her eyes with a smirk and walked out the door.
I followed her out.
I went to speak and she held up her finger.
'NO HENRY'! she yelled and drove off, flipping me off.
So... She's gonna play hard to get.
Two can play at this game Ms. Lopez.
