Bandmate ||Ricky Garcia||

《s i x t y - o n e》

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Audrey's POV

''You want to break the contract?'' Mrs. A looks up from her screen for the first time in the past five minutes. 

''Yeah I mean Audrey and I are dating now, so there's no need to have one.'' Ricky explains scooting his chair closer to her desk causing a screeching noise. 

She turned to look at me with a disappointed look. ''Are you seriously in a romantic relationship with him?'' 

''Well uhm he's no Ryan Gosling, but yes.'' 

Ricky turns to look at me, ''Yeah because I'm better, so what do you say Mrs. A?'' 

''If you both are legitimately dating then I truly see no point on trying to reverse the contract.'' 

''We get that, but it feels like it's chaining us down and not letting us love each other without the weight of that piece of paper on our backs.'' Sometimes I feel like Ricky switches to being extra annoying just when he's around certain people, and she's one of them. 

''Audrey you're the logical one. Please understand that the contract can't be broken until the one year period has expired. If you are serious then the contract won't be a bother, unless you let it be.'' 

''Ricky, she does have a point.'' I tell him. That contract will only feel damaging if we break up, again. 

''Audrey, don't make her feel smarter. She already has a big ego.'' 

''Ricky please leave my office, I have more important things to do.'' She goes back to typing and back ignoring us. 

''Okay we're leaving, but not because you said so,'' We fumble to get up and head out the door. ''Bye Mrs. A, love you!'' He says before closing the door. 

''You just love to get on her nerves don't you?'' I ask picturing her dead stare every time he said a word. 

''Under the hate glare she gives me, I know that she cares for me.'' 

''Or maybe she truly does hates you.'' 

''I wouldn't have a job if she did.'' 

As we made our way to the elevator we bump into Joby who was already inside. He gave me a hug and Ricky another one. 

''Are you okay, Ricky? You're mom called and asked me to check up on you.'' He crossed his arms as he leaned on the elevator wall. 

''Tell my mother that I've never been better.'' Ricky's voice is bitter and Joby is taken back by it. He looks at me and I give him a half-smile. 

''Right, well tell the others we have studio time at 4-''

''Actually, I was going to ask if we could have a few weeks off?'' 

He furrows how thin eyebrows, ''You do know that you have a deadline for the new album? And Jon losing his voice, and you getting hospitalized shorten your time?''

''Yeah, but I just don't feel okay. I want to take one of those mental health days because my mental stability is kind of fucked right now.'' 

''It would do him good to relax for a couple of weeks. Plus his writing will be better if he doesn't feel fudged up.'' I build on to what Ricky says.

''Fucked up, and yes. Please, mom did say to take care of me.'' 

He lets out a loud breath and agrees. ''Fine, guess I'll have to accommodate the schedule. But we have to make the best album yet because the fans are a little confused and spreading rumors and-''