Given A Chance
It's been about 3 weeks since Alaric caught me in the studio. A few days after the studio incident, Jane texted me and told me that someone was at the front desk asking for me. My heart immediately started pounding at the thought of seeing him again. But when I got to the front desk, I was slightly disappointed because he wasn't there. He must have been busy because he sent someone else and a notary person to authenticate my signature. I quickly read the waiver and signed so I could go back to work. Now that it's been some time and Mr. Holden, I mean Damien, hasn't mentioned anything about Alaric or the song, I'm assuming he doesn't know about it, which I am pleased about. I have been continuing working 6 days a week, but now when Damien is working out of the office, he's been starting to send me home with a full day's pay. Although it's a little weird, Jane assured me that he does that with everyone.
As I'm sitting here in Damien's office at my little desk listening to a few songs that he has requested me to give him the yay or nay, I am startled by the door slamming open.
"Oh, shit!' I yell out, and my hand goes to my chest. Then I widen my eyes at Damien. I've never cursed in front of him, so I hope he doesn't say anything about it.
"Hey, Arryn." He says while he barely glances at me as he walks to his desk.
I smile at him even though he isn't looking at me. "Hi, Damien," and my cheeks get slightly red. I'm still not used to calling him by his first name.
"Did you finish listen to all the songs I gave you this morning?"
I stand up and walk towards his desk with my notes on the songs "yes, I have, there are 3 that have potential, and the rest are a nay." I put the notes on his desk.
He starts shuffling through some papers and hands me a few, "Ok, good. This is a new artist that has a song that needs to be recorded in the studio. Her lyrics need some work, and the instrumentals need just a few tweaks. If you could work with her on the lyrics and tweak the instrumentals today, I would really appreciate it."
I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. Did he ask me to produce a song? "uh, Damien? y-y-you want m-m-me to work on the song with her?" I stutter out.
He finally looks up at me "yeah, I do. And after you everything reworked, I was hoping you could take her to the studio and record the song. Then do the edits and get it back to me. It's not a difficult song, but she is really new and raw, so I'll give you until Friday to get the song complete. She has a slot for radio play on Saturday, and I don't want to push it back" Then he looks back down to the paperwork he is sorting through.
I am stunned. He wants me to complete the song by Friday. I look at my phone to make sure that it's Tuesday.
"o-o-ok, I can do it," I gasp out.
"Great! She is in room 4, and she is already waiting for you. If you need to work with a piano, you can move to room 1. I won't need it today. Thanks, Arryn, and good luck," He says and gives me a genuine smile.
I have zero words, so I nod, grab my things, and head to the recording room. To say that I am nervous would be an understatement. I am completely freaking out! I want to scream, but I can't because that would be weird. I decide to head to the bathroom so I can get my shit together. I don't want to freak out in front of this girl. Oh shit, I didn't even ask her name. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I splash some water on my face to try to calm the hell down. I can do this. I can do this. I need to stay focused. This is what I've been wanting. This is why I'm here. This is my dream. I'm going to show everyone that I can do this. Taking a deep breath, I head to the recording room. I glance at the paper and see that her name is Lanie Love. Well, that's a cute stage name. She's a country artist. Luckily, I like country music so I think I would be able to work this song very well. I make a small prediction that most of her music is about love. I slightly chuckle out loud because I have no clue about love.
I've been sitting with this girl for the past 2 hours trying to work on her lyrics. They are very cutesy and don't really make any sense. She is stunning. If she wasn't trying to be a singer, she could be a model. She has the typical blonde hair, blue eyes, with freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. Although she is beautiful, she can't write lyrics to save her damn life. I tell her that we should move to the piano to work on the music and the lyrics simultaneously. She finally agrees, and we move to the recording room with the piano. The song would sound better with a guitar, but I'm not an expert like the piano.
As I'm playing and she's singing the lyrics, I am subtly making changes to her lyrics. She doesn't really like them, but to me, they sound better than what she originally had. About halfway through, she needs a break, so I tell her to come back in 30 minutes, and I should have some more of the song worked. When she finally comes back an hour later, I have completely changed the lyrics and got the instrumentals to match the song perfectly.
I figured she would be happy because now the song is nice, and she can start to record, but she looks very pissed.
As she rolls her eyes at me, "Why did you change my whole song? That's not what I wrote. I can't believe you did that." Her voice is harsh.
I'm trying not to roll my eyes at her either. "I didn't change your whole song. It's the same concept, but it's just worded differently, so it works with the melody you wrote for it. and I didn't change the melody at all."
I can see that she is trying with all her might not to lash out and me. Her face starts to turn red, but after a couple of minutes just sitting there and reading the lyrics, she finally sighs.
"Alright, I guess I can see how these lyrics make more sense than the ones I wrote. And the story is still the same. Thank you."
I smile brightly at her. "Would you like to sing it first, and then we can record, or would you just like to jump in?"
She furrows her and slightly bites her lip "hmm, I'll sing it first so I can get used to the new lyrics and not mess up a billion times when we are recording."
"ok, cool, whenever you're ready," and I start to play the melody.
We sit and practice for a while, and she's still not really getting the lyrics down.
I turn to her, "Ok, well, I think that's enough for today. We worked a lot, and I don't want to strain your throat. Go home and just read the lyrics. If your throat feels alright, you can sing it some, but please don't strain yourself. Come back in tomorrow, and we can work some more. We have until Friday to get this done."
"Sounds good," she says and stands up to head out the door. I give her the music sheets, and she heads out the door with a wave.