London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Colton and I say at the same time, I glare down at him, his words laced with spite, mine just confusion.
The people at the table either glare at Colton or look at me in anticipation, what is going on? I haven't slept in forty-eight hours, maybe I'm just going insane. Maybe it's like one of those films where you're so tired you think people are saying what you want to hear, then you start hearing what people are thinking and you change your life-
"You were just up there singing right?" A large man in a navy-blue suit gestures down to the stage.
Who are these people? Niki told me not to keep them waiting as they're important, but they seem too smartly dressed to be here for a jolly. We get quite a few businessmen pass through Nikis after business hours usually at the end of the evening with their ties hanging loosely around their necks and their top buttons undone, but these guys, their ties were still properly fastened around their collars of their finely pressed shirts.
"Uhm yes, I was Sir," I say back timidly.
"Oh, now she finds manners, yes sir, no sir... was this your plan all along?" Colton mimics crossing his arms, narrowing his eyes at me.
I can't tell whether this guy is high half the time or just so full of himself he can't see anyone beyond his own two feet, what the fuck is he on about now?
"Wha- "I start to defend myself when a girl across the table cuts in,
"Oh, stop fucking babbling Hemmings, don't be a bigger arse than you already are. You're pissed. Go home." She gestures her fingers towards the door.
I can't deny it gives me a sense of gratification watching him get handed a dose of the truth from one of his female...' colleagues'? I have to hold in my laughter, at least it's not just me who finds him a prick.
A few of the girls further up the table giggle but stops when a large man in a pinstripe suit stands up and glares at them, he holds out his hand to me8igb5hjy. I feel several pairs of eyes following my arm as I go to shake it,
"John. John Castro. We're here from Hassa Records."
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Someone from Hassa Records is talking to me. Scrap that...they just watched me. On stage. Singing. They Listened to my goddam music. Holy fuck. I don't think my brain comprehend what's going on. I'm stood here staring at them with my mouth hanging open.
Jesus Gigi says something. Anything!
"Oh, uh oh... Gigi. Gigi Lastra" I say stuttering, shaking his firm hand.
"We know who you are Gigi my love." The ginger girl who laughed at Colton earlier is now addressing me,
"We've actually had our eye on you for the past couple weeks and I speak for everyone at the label when I say you are exactly what we're looking for."
