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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* Disclaimer- All language translations are in italics next to an asterisk. I do not speak Italian so I understand some of it might not be 100% right, my apologies but they are as close as I can get! Enjoy!
The whole table stares at me with wide eyes, open-mouthed, like I've just committed the most heinous crime. Nobody says a word, I turn my head to look at Mr Castro who's still behind me with a confused expression on his face, I guess this guy doesn't get told no very often... but then again not many people have to 'think' about the offer I'm being handed on a plate.
"Wow, can you be any more ungrateful? People way more talented than you would kill to be in this position. I would kill to have someone more talented on MY tour." Colton scoffs.
My blood boils, I can see the cartoon steam coming out of my ears, my fists clench into a ball by my sides and I can feel the tension building in my jaw. It takes everything in me not to lean across the table and strangle him. Instead, I let my anger boil over and end up screwing things up for myself,
"I have your card. I'll let you know by the end of the week." I snap at the table.
I push myself out of the chair and storm out of the room into the hallway not looking back at the angry executive faces.
What the fuck did I just do?
I cup my head in my hands and back myself against the wall of the lift. I can feel the tears pricking in the corner of my eyes. I have probably just thrown away the best thing that's ever happened to me, and all because some dickhead pissed me off. Fuck I'm so disappointed in myself, I'm so angry with myself but I have to think about Luca and mum.
The tears are now trickling down my cheeks as I reach the reception level of the building. I run out of the lift not stopping before I'm out of the building where my body is now shaking. I can see Sofia and Jacob running towards me through my tear blurred vision. They embrace me just as my knees go weak and start to buckle.
Who storms out a meeting like that, he's right I am so unprofessional, even if I said yes, they would never sign me now, you've shown your true colours and everyone can see what a failure you are.
Well, Gigi, you've fucked up literally everything in your life now so well done.
My body is shaking in-between Sofia and Jacob who have created a cocoon around me from the passing people on the street who like to stare. I sob violently into Sofia's fur jacket as she strokes my hair. My body is completely controlled by the anxiety that's burning through my veins, coursing through my body.
I can feel Jacobs hand rubbing up and down my back, but I can't control the tears that are streaming down my cheeks, falling onto the cold, concrete floor under our huddled bodies.
I'm not sure how long we stood there for, Sofia and Jacob gave up trying to ask me questions and were just waiting for me to stop crying. Eventually, I manage to lift my head up meeting their eyes laced with worry.
