I walked into the building that was supposed to hold my dreams. I strut to the elevator putting one foot in front of the other. left right left right.
I pushed the button and the elevator took me up to Mr. Verlac's office. he greeted me at his door and shut it behind me.
I sat in his chair feeling nervous. my untamable red hair was down but I had a hair tie for when I left knowing it would start irritating me. I had on a Green day t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans and combat boots while he wore a crisp grey suit.
his dark eyes sat with the remnants of a smirk in them. he sat in his desk chair and looked me up and down. "so you want to be a star?" he asked "sure if that's what you want to call it" I replied even though in my mind that's exactly what I wanted
"well I can make you a star but what do I get in return," he said, "what do you mean?" I asked completely shell-shocked.
"you will get paid millions a year and I want to know what I get in return" he reiterated "how about you take your clothes off, spread your legs, tie up that hair, and get on your knees" he suggested like it was a choice between plain or bbq chips.
"I don't think so," I said but made no move to exit. " "millions of dollars, people worshiping you, im the gatekeeper sweetie and you have to get through me to get your dreams," he said as he handed me a drink
"fuck you" I spat and attempted to exit. he blocked the door "how much does it take for you to spread those legs apart" he said and threw me to the floor with one hand. he poured the whiskey down my throat. "drink up" he said. I elbowed him in the nose and walked out of the door.
"learn your place sweetie if you start to climb the charts ill erase you bitch" he shouted after me with blood pouring from his nose. I walked back to the elevator and started crying as the doors shut and the elevator slowly lowered me back to the ground.
I wiped away my tear before the door opened and walked outside "are you alright?" a deep voice asked me. "yeah"I said wiping my face again "are you the one that elbowed Verlac?" he asked.
I nodded my head and I felt tears burning my eyes again. I looked up to the man and saw only gold. he was gorgeous but my brain was muddled
"he didn't hurt you did he," the man asked. I shook my head and he nodded in response. "look my company down this road knows about that and also knows that most of the girls Verlac calls in are very talented so as an apology for my cousin why don't you come to see me in my office tomorrow and we can see how talented you are and see about signing you"
"I don't take charity," I said "no charity just an apology and a chance to prove the music industry isn't as horrible as he makes it seem. you'd actually be doing me a favor if im being honest" he said "and how about I say you have to be one of the biggest talents out there for me to sign you" he suggests
"fine," I say with a giggle "ok meet me at my office tomorrow at nine sharp and well talk," he said.
two years later"twenty million dollars in the car, girl tie your hair up if you want to be a star" I sang as the stage lights dimmed and a spotlight was put on me
"that song was written about Sebastian Verlac who messed up my view of the music industry very early in my career" I said as the music ended "and I would like to say a special thank you to my manager Jace harondale" I said shotting him a wink "Im clary harondale and new york this has been a great time, I'll see yall next year" I said into the microphone and walked off stage and planted a long hard kiss on my husband and managers lips