I
cannot go to the ocean
I
cannot drive the streets at night
I
cannot wake up in the morning
Without
you on my mind
So
you're gone and I'm haunted
And
I bet you are just fine
Did
I make it that easy
To
walk right in and out of my life?
Tressa
Malone was seated in the center of a circular recording room. Her
eyes were closed as she held onto the bulky earphones; she was
carefully listened to her voice as she sang. She was recording her
debut album. Her dreams were becoming a reality.
She finished up
the final note, and paused for a slight second before opening her
eyes to look for her manager. Will Marks gave her the thumbs up and a
wide smile grew across her face. She walked into the other room to
hear play back, and discuss what was going to happen with her
manager. As I listened to the songs play Will slid a piece of paper
across the table and in front of Tressa. She quickly brushed her long
brown hair away from her face. It was just a list of the top forty.
But as she looked over it, she gasped, she had made the number three
spot with her single "Running Scared." Now that sounded
great. The CD had finished playing. "Now, I don't know if you
know this but we have arranged a tour for you. You will be traveling
the East coast for six months. Now since you're not so big right now
you are opening for a hot teen band. You will be traveling with them
for the six moths and they will basically be your family for that
time period."
"What band?" she said as she squirmed
in her seat.
"Have you heard of the Jonas Brothers?"
"Um
wait I'm sharing a bus and living with boys?"
"Well
yeah" Tressa then let out a snort. "What? I thought you
would be happy touring"
"I am, but boys as in plural?"
She mumbled.
"Yes. You leave in a week. And here listen to
this its there's."
Tressa dismissed herself and went home to
begin her goodbyes and make a list of what she need and what she had.
6 months. With a bunch of guys she didn't know.
This was not going
to work.