"Boss, you can't do this. You're the CEO of this company, you can't follow an artist. Leave that to the manager. Who is going to handle the
company if you just run around artists the whole day?" the young blonde said.
"Did I ask for your insight?" the boss asked raising an eyebrow.
The blonde shakes her head refusing.
"Then you need to let me do my job. If only the managers would do their job, I wouldn't be in this situation, now, would I, Miss Izzie?"
"But boss, what am I going to say to Mr. Webber?"
"Say him I'm sick or something and that I'll be back in a couple of days, Izzie. C'mon it's not that hard"
Izzie watches her boss walk away shaking her head.
April
After days of searching almost all the clubs, metros and streets, I'm about to give up but I don't know why my heart is not allowing me to like I know I'm gonna find someone soon.
The weather is really pleasant, the autumn leaves are falling and I need to go out and eat, something which I hate doing alone.
I dial up Stevens number.
"Hey Izzie"
"Hello boss. You need something?"
"Do you mind joining me for dinner?" I hesitate a bit after I ask, we were never friends or anything close, just strictly a boss and an assistant.
"Me?! Yeah sure. Any luck with finding a breakthrough singer?" she asks.
"Well if I did, I'd be back at the office, now, wouldn't I?" I snap back almost ashamed of my unsuccessful venture.
"Sorry boss. You're gonna find someone soon. I know it. How about 9ish? I'll meet up as soon as I'm done with work"
"Sounds good" I say and keep the phone wondering how can she be so optimistic about literally everything and how she puts up with my shit.
I'm strolling through Times Square trying to spend some time. The lights and the crowd always make me feel alone. Lost in my own thoughts I hear this really soulful voice of a man enveloped withing the strums of guitar. A tint of huskiness, with just the right amount of feelings. I'm dragged right out of my own thoughts towards the sound of it.
"There's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
But I figured out with all that's said and done
Two is better than one"
I need to meet this guy. I push through the crowd and try to see who it is, but with no luck. The crowd is just too much.
A wave of sorries and excuse me's, I reach the middle of the crowd but he is no where to be found. The crowd has started thinning out too. I wonder who it was. But I know he is what I'm searching for. He is what our label needs. I go everywhere, running around frantically searching for him, wondering where he vanished.
"Hey! Watch where you're going" I accidentally bump into someone unwantedly and fall down.
"You need to see where you're going, you freak" I get shouted on.
"Excuse me" I shout back.
"Hey back off. Leave the girl alone." I hear a voice. A hand reaches out to me saying "You need some help there? ".
I look up to find the perfect description of tall, dark and handsome. He was this amazing looking guy but somehow kinder. Usually I don't see people in this city helping others unless they know them personally. Hell! I don't help others even if I know them.
"Yeah! Thanks!" I say and grab his hand. His touch is quite warm and masculine. A tiny bit of secure feeling arises, tingling in my heart.
"Looks like you're not used to the rush?" the guy asks me while I brush off the dust from my clothes.
"And it's your business because?" I retort as I start to look around for the singer.
"Hey you don't have to answer if you don't want to." he gives me a strange look.
"I'm searching for someone, he was performing"
"Should I be honored? Or should I be scared? You aren't some crazy stalker, are you? " He asks me with a grin.
I shake my head refusing.
"Sure if you were sing...ing"
"Two is better than one...Yep! That's me" he cuts right through my words and that's when I look into his bluish eyes. They are so deep, a hint of sadness if I'm not mistaken.
"Oh wow! I'm sorry let's start over. April Kepner." I offer him my hand.
"Jackson Avery" he grabs my hand giving a firm press.
"Which school did you go to?"
"I haven't been to school, couldn't afford it" he says with a slight shrug.
"But, you're amazing..!! Where did you learn how to sing like that and the guitar, that was flawless." I ask awestruck.
"Thanks for the compliment. It's always been a passion to entertain people." he says and I see that sadness right through his eyes.
"Well, I'm a fan" I smile and accidentally look right into his eyes and can't help to break away the stare.
"So you are a stalker!" he says breaking the eye contact.
"Maybe. Maybe Not." I say and he laughs. "I do have something to ask you" I say.
His phone starts ringing, he reaches into his pocket and looks at the brightly lit screen. I can see all the color fading off his face. I don't think he even heard what I said. I overhear some of the conversation he has with the other person.
"Hey...is everything okay?...What do you mean...just go...dont wanna see you...I'll be right there..." he leaves without saying another word.