This is a preview of a oneshot I'm working on.
I don't know if it's worth finishing. This is what I've got.
"I'm looking for Macy Misa?" Christopher Wilde said to the small brunette he had found in one of the halls of the studio.
"You're looking at her." She smiled. "Nice to finally meet you, Chris. Stella's told me a lot."
"It's been a while since I talked to her," he smiled at the memory of the stylist he'd borrowed for a while a few years ago, "how is she?"
"She's fine. Her and Joe are still together."
"Wow."
"Right?" Macy laughed, leading him into one of the rooms. "Well, this will be your recording room for the next three months," she turned to him, "better get used to it."
"I don't think that'll be a problem." He flashed her an award winning smile, mentally jumping with joy as she went unaffected. Girls that swooned all over him really got annoying sometimes. Just like that girl he dated a while back...What was her name? Jessie? He didn't bother dwelling on it for long, instead focusing on Ms. Misa. "So, how old are you?"
"Depends," she looked up from the controls, "how old are you?"
"Touche," he leaned against the door frame, "I just turned 24."
"Really?" She squinted at him. "You don't look 24."
"I get that a lot." He grinned as her eyebrows rose. "Now, how old are you?"
"23 and counting."
"Oh, really?" He stepped a tad bit closer. "Think that's a coincidence?"
"Yup." She stepped away, towards the door. "My boyfriend would think so, too." She shot him a wicked smile from over her shoulder. "We start tomorrow. Tootles."
His new musical producer, Macy Anne Misa, walked out the door, not once looking back. He made the decision, right then and there, that, that girl would be his. In due time.
Well, that sucked.
But...whatever. What do you think? Should I finish it?