My Mistakes Were Made For You

Chapter One: One Point Perspective

Miles shuffled through the papers on his desk, his office cluttered as he scrambled to read through resumes for those applying to be his new assistant. Just drowning in this small bit of paperwork really reminds him of how much he missed Lana, his previous assistant who went on to work for a higher level studio. Not that Miles' wasn't high brow already, but Kane Studios was no Apple Corps.

He ran his fingers through his short hair as he skimmed over another resume, they were all the same damn thing just repackaged with a new name stamped on the front. He was about to toss them on his desk again when a certain name caught his eye. 

"Alex Turner," he read to himself, scrunching up his forehead in deep thought. "Where 'ave I 'eard that name before?" He thought back on any recent encounters, bartenders, nobody singers that have come through the studio, hookups? Nothing was coming to mind, even though he knew he recognized it from somewhere. Drawled in by his name, he decided to read further to further investigate. He was young, hadn't had much experience job wise other than working for a small record shop in Sheffield, though he was only 19 or 20, and then that's when it caught his eye. 

Alex only briefly mentioned a band he front-manned for, Arctic Monkeys, in his schedule section, saying he'd need a night off every now and then for gigs. He's seen them in a pub not a week earlier, playing a small set for a bunch of drunk kids. Miles remembered it quite vividly, they cute and shy singer hiding behind his guitar and fluffy hair, mumbling in between songs in a very thick Yorkshire accent, if you hadn't heard the lad sing, you'd never guess he was a performer. But the minute he opened his mouth to sing, it was like the opening of heaven's gates to Miles' ears. He's wanted to talk to them after their set, but the band was out almost immediately after they'd finished, he hadn't got even a minute to say hello.

He read further to see why the boy wanted the job, citing that he wanted experience in a studio if he ever wanted to really make it in the business. Miles smiled at the idea of this cute kid making it in the business, he was rather talented and damn good at writing songs, he thinks he might have a chance. And maybe starting here would give him that.

He skimmed through, looking for his contact information, and grabbing his desk phone dialed his number. It rang a few times before a woman's sweet voice answered.

"'Ello, Penny Turner speaking."

"Hi this is Miles Kane with Kane Studios and I'm looking for a Mr. Alex Turner about a job application he put in?"

"Sure thing love! Give 'im a moment." He could hear her calling for 'Al', an adorable pet name he thought, before he was greeted with a remarkably quiet voice.

"'Ello? Mr. Kane? Alex speakin'," He said, the sound of his voice making Miles' heart skip a beat. He pulled himself out of his flirty thoughts, trying to remain professional.

"Hi Alex, was wonderin' if you could come by sometime this afternoon for an interview? Was pleasantly please wif your resume."

"R-Really?" the boy stuttered. "Sure thing sir, I can be there whenever ya'd like."

"2pm work fine?" Miles asked, his lips turning up in a small smile.

"Sure thing sir, I'll see you then."

"Sounds good." Miles hung up the phone, breathing a small sigh.

"If ya wanna help the boy, ya gotta be professional," Miles chastised himself, irritated with his rapidly beating heart.

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About two hours later, Miles was waiting outside the studio for Alex, checking his watch every five seconds. It was still a few minutes before 2, but he was still eager to see the boy. Not two minutes before their agreed upon time, into the parking lot rolled a busted up white Lincoln from the 80s, parking rather close to the building. Out popped the fluffy head of the smiling Alex Turner, climbing out the car and speed walking to greet Miles at the door. 

Miles' heart was racing again, as he quietly cursed at himself for it before the boy reached him. Alex stuck out a hand to shake, and Miles politely returned it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kane," he said, smiling ear to ear. Please call me Miles, he wanted to say, but knew it was too unprofessional for their first meeting.

"You as well Alex," He said smiling, and opening the door for him, "please, come right in." He led the boy quietly to his office, offering him to sit. As they sat, Miles grabbed his resume from the stack of a dozen, shuffling the papers around and thinking through his racing mind of questions to ask.

"So Alex, I can see that you have some experience already, both from working a job previously in a record store as well as with music," He said, eyeing the papers as Alex's nodded with a 'yes sir'. "So, the job would require you to greet people and schedule appointments for clients wantin' studio time as well as occasionally working wif me in the studio, if I need the help." He paused, turning the paper over and biting his lip. "I saw you're in a band and have a music background, but 'ave ya ever worked in a studio?" He shakes his head silently, hands fidgeting nervously in his seat.

"Thas um, one of the reasons I really want the job sir, meh band is doin' alright I'd say publicity wise but we 'aven't worked in a studio before, I wanted to get some background and experience of me own 'fore jumpin' right into it."

"That was one of the big reasons why I really wanted to get ya in for an interview," Miles explained, setting the papers down. "I've seen ya band before, maybe a week ago it were, playing at a pub down the road." His eyes locked with Alex's and he was trying hard not to melt in his seat when the boy nervously bit his lip. "Ya really got potential, Al, an' I'd love to 'elp ya start off your music career here."

Alex perked up in his seat, excited by the idea, his eyes sparkling with hope. "Really Mr. Kane? Thank you so much, is really an honor-"

Miles raised a hand, silencing the boy, and he fell further back into his seat.

"We'll get there in a minute, lad, slow down," he chuckled. "It pays about 5.90 pounds an hour, ya work open to close almost every day, 'less ya got the day off in advance. An' I really rely on ya." He sighed remembering all the work Lana did for him, God he hoped it wouldn't drive the boy away from music. "It's hard work, Al, jus' know that. But if you're really up for it, ya got the job."

Alex beamed, his face lighting up again, and Miles could see him trying to compose himself in a professional manner. "Thank you sir, when can I start?"

"Tomorrow mornin' at 8," Miles said, standing from his seat prompting Alex to do the same. He grasped his hand in a last handshake. "Be early and ready to work, I show ya the ropes in the mornin'."

Alex nodded eagerly, shaking his hand fast and rough, "I won't let ya down sir! Swear it!"

"I trust you won't," Miles chuckled. "Now if you'll excuse meh, I've got some paperwork to finish 'fore I head home early." Alex nodded, walking out the door.

"Oi Al! One last thing!" Miles called. Alex turned, nodding. "Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor was a banger." Miles chuckled, turning Alex's cheeks a rosey pink, as he mumbled a soft thank you with a smile as he left.

Miles sighed, falling back into his seat. It was hard not to flirt with the boy, it was gonna be even harder not to fall for him.

A/N: Hey guys! Short first chapter, I know sorry, next one ought to be much longer though! Hope you like the start, I thought this was kinda a cute concept, I'd say the year is probably around 2005, right before the Arctic Monkeys made it big. Hopefully I'll get another chapter out soon, hell maybe even tonight if I feel it haha! Much love. <3