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Errand Girl

After 3 months of basically being an errand girl, I have passed the "probation" period of my employment and Holden Inc. I don't think there is much to the probation period. I think they call it that in case they need to fire someone without much reason. I was very nervous when I started, but I learned very quickly, and it's a straightforward job. All I do is get Mr. Holden or whoever else needs coffee or food. I make copies of contracts and deliver them in the building or anywhere if I need to. I make his schedule of when he is going to be in the studio recording with different artists. Jane helps out with the schedule sometimes, but I do it mostly. I sometimes pick up his dry cleaning if he needs to go to a special event or have a crucial meeting. I often listen to other people's music and pass along things I like with notes. It's a pretty easy job, and I get paid well. Although I haven't made close friends, I know many of the employees, which helps me not feel too lonely. During my downtime, Mr. Holden or Damien (he often tells me to call him by his first name, which I don't because he makes me super nervous), he allows me to work in the studio as long as no one is scheduled to be in there and I'm done for the day. He thinks I just play the piano, and I want to practice and don't have access to one. He has no idea that I write music and sing, and I want to keep it that way. I don't want him to think that I'm trying to use him or anything. I'm still not ready to let anyone hear me sing or anything. He's heard me play the piano a few times because he walked in when I was playing, but I wasn't singing. He just said that I play really well. Of course, I blushed like crazy and immediately left because I was so embarrassed. After that encounter, I make sure that he is gone for the day before I play, so he doesn't accidentally hear me sing.

Today is Wednesday, and it's a day when Mr. Holden likes to work out of the office. He sent me text asking me to go to the studio and send him the track that is on the studio laptop. After sending it to him, I listen to it and notice that it's excellent but not edited yet and sounds really raw. The singer is outstanding but someone I've never heard of. I decide to work on it to play around with the tools and everything since his laptop is much better than mine, and he has tools that I don't have. I could probably buy myself a new laptop with the money I have saved since working here, but I haven't had a chance to go to an electronic store to buy one.

After a few hours of working on the track, I imagine that it would sound a lot better if there were a female voice on the chorus and a female bridge, so I start to work on some lyrics to add some things into the song. After I write the lyrics, I press play on the track and go into the recording box.

As I finish and walk back into the producer's panel to edit the song, I notice someone already sitting in the chair. He looks familiar, but I can't place him. My eyes widen, and I start to panic.

"Do you always remake songs of someone you don't know?" He says with a sneer.

I open my mouth to say something but quickly close it cause I have no clue what to say to that. He raises his eyes brows at me, expecting me to answer, but I still don't.

"Let's just replay this new version of the song and see how much you fucked it up," he says as he turns in the chair to press play.

I start to panic even more. "Wait! Are you the producer for this song?"

"Something like that," he says with a chuckle.

"Please don't play it. I can delete it right away. I sent the origin to Mr. Holden, so I didn't mess it up or anything. I was just playing around with this." I say as my eyes start to water. I don't want to lose this job.

I see surprise flash in his eyes quickly before he covers it up and then narrows his eyes at me. "So you just go around and mess with people's hard work for fun?"

As I'm about to answer, he raises his hand, stopping me from speaking.

"Let's just hear this remix that you were playing with," and he presses play.

As we are both listening to the song, I can't help but notice that he is closing his eyes and slightly bobbing his head like he is enjoying the song. I just stare at my feet while listening to it. I have to admit that I really like it. It would be better if I had a chance to edit it a little bit, but it doesn't sound horrible.

As the song comes to an end, he turns, and I can feel him staring at me, waiting for me to look at him.

I hear him sigh. "What's your name?"

Oh crap, he's gonna tell Mr. Holden, and he's going to fire me. I start to plead with him. "Please don't tell my boss. I didn't mean any disrespect when I recorded this. As I said, I can delete it right away" I start to move to the laptop so I can delete it.

He moves in front of the laptop, blocking me from reaching it.

"What's your name?" He asks me again with an impatient look on his face.

I whisper, "Arryn."

"Arryn? Like the boy's name Aaron. A-A Ron," he says and laughs.

Normally I would laugh cause that's exactly what Sarah use to call me when she wanted to make me laugh, but I don't because I am too damn terrified.

"Uhh, yes, that's my name."

"What do you do here at the label? You're not a producer cause I would have met you at least once."

Furrowing my brows, "I'm Mr. Holden's assistant, well more like errand girl, but my official title is assistant."

He smirks at me, "well, errand A-A Ron if I'm honest, the part you sang in this song sounds pretty damn good and goes perfectly with the song. Did you do the edits to the male part? Or was it done already?"

"Uhm, I did them" Holy shit! He thinks I sound good. I start blushing like crazy. No ones heard me sing, except my mom.

"Come on, come finish the song so I can hear it again as a finished product" then he gets up so I can sit down.

Shaking my head, "no, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Well, why not? You are just playing around, yeah?" He tries to lighten the mood, but I'm still panicking.

I gulp, "well yeah, but," I say but trail off cause I can't think of anything to say.

He slightly laughs, "it's alright, let's just have some fun."

I stand there for a moment, shocked. This must be a joke. I really can't get fired. He is just standing there staring at me expectedly.

He pouts, "please? I really want to hear it." His pout is so damn sexy.

I sigh "alright, but can you stand over there? I can't work with someone watching over my shoulder" I point towards the door.

"Yeah, sure," he says and walks past me. I get a whiff of his cologne, and it smells heavenly. It's not strong at all. It's faint but I can smell it and I was to groan because it smells so good.

I start to work on the song, and I can feel him staring at me every so often. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that he is on his phone. I can't tell him he's texting, playing a game, or scrolling through social media. He's smiling at his phone. He might be texting. Maybe his girlfriend? His wife? My heart sinks a little, thinking that he might not be single. I don't know why I even care. He's way too good-looking for me anyway. He'd never be interested in someone as plain as me.

It's taken me about 45minutes to finish the song. Once I finish, I press play and turn it up. He puts his phone in his pocket and stands next to me. I keep my head forward and stare at the laptop, so I don't look at him. As the song finishes, I hear him whisper," damn." It must be bad. My eyes start to water a little. I can't believe the first song some hear me sing and edit. They think it's bad. Maybe I should just go to college and forget all this.

I turn to look at him so he can tell me that it completely sucks, and he's giving me the most dazzling smile I've ever seen.

"That was amazing. You have a really great voice. I like this version better than the original. You wrote the lyrics, too, right?"

"Yes," I whisper with wide eyes. Does he think I sound good? What?

"Can you send this to me?" He asks.

I slightly furrow my brows cause I'm confused "why?"

Now he looks confused "cause it sounds great, and I want Damien to hear it."

I quickly stand up "what?!" My voice raises slightly. "You can let Damien hear this. He will fire me for sure. I like my job!"

"You want to be a singer, don't you? This song would open those doors for you." He looks surprised.

"No, I don't want to be a singer. I want to produce and have other people sing my songs. I have no interest in being in the spotlight," I say while shaking my head. I am not cut out for the stage.

"I don't understand" he's giving me a confused look. "You have an amazing voice. The best I've heard in a long time."

"Look, I get that you're the producer of this song, and you think it will help me become famous or whatever, but that's not my interest. I want to be behind the scenes, not the spotlight. You can have someone else sing my part. Please." I say this in a rush. I hope he understands where I'm coming from.

He sighs loudly. "Alright. Send this to me. I won't let anyone hear it. I'll have another person record your part. But I will need you to sign a waiver saying I can use this and so you'll get some credit for writing."

"Fine," I give in.

"Can I get your number so I can reach you when the paperwork is done?"

"You can just find me here in the building when it's ready. I'm here six days a week. I'm off Sundays and leave on Saturday at 2. You can ask Jane up front for me when you come" Hopefully, he lets it go cause I will not give this stranger my phone number, and I've never seen him in the building.

"Ok, sounds good," he says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He almost looks disappointed. He must not be used to my hesitation.

I ask him for his email and send the song. When I'm done, I stand up and start to walk to the door but remember I have to grab my stuff. I turn around to grab it and when I look back towards the door, he is walking out.

"Wait!"I yell out. He turns around with a smirk.

"What's your name?" I ask him. This whole time we were here, I never got his name.

He taps his chin like he's thinking "Alaric," his voice is deep and velvety, it sends shivers down my back. He turns and walks out without looking back.

I just stand, stunned for a bit. Alaric? That's a strange name. He looks really familiar, and I think hard about where I've seen him. I gasp. He was the guy I saw when I had my interview. He didn't recognize me. My heart pangs a bit. Well, why would he? I'm not someone to remember anyway. And he was with that pretty brunette. That must be his girlfriend. I sigh loudly. I hope this doesn't get me fired. I grab my stuff and go home.
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