Chapter One: The Difficult One
"Hi." She smirked, sleek blonde hair tinged with red. "I'm Haven Tyler. I'm 16 and I'm going to be singing 'Final Day' by Tokio Hotel."
The producer sitting across the room raised an eyebrow behind his yellow-tinted glasses. His dark eyes were dwarfed by the size of his face, the number of rings on his hands surprising for a man. Despite his questionable appearance, he was powerful and he knew it. Haven didn't care.
"Why would you pick thatsong?"
The girl raised a thin eyebrow. "You told us to pick a song. There were no specifications."
"But why thatspecific song?"
Her smirk widened, left cheek dimpled as she threw a glance at the one-way glass of the recording studio. "Why don't you ask me that again when I'm done singing?"
Gustavo Roque's hands clenched into fists at the girl's words. Answer.My.Question Girl.
The girl smiled fully as the song began, shoulders falling as she relaxed.
And now we're here again
Up on your roof so high
The whole world can just go to hell
For all I care tonight
I can feel the end is near
It all has come as we had feared
She brushed a few strands of hair from her face, giving the producer an even look as she continued.
And if our final day has come
Let's pretend to carry on
And if the end has now begun
Live on
Live on
By the time she ended the chorus, it was obvious that she'd lost all care for appearing perfect for the producer. So lost in the music, so oblivious to her surroundings, she was quite beautiful. The words befalling her lips and lighting the ears of any within hearing distance made her all the more beautiful, in a dark and angsty sort of way.
I just can't believe the day has come
When all the clocks stand still
The horizon seems to disappear
And all our dreams are unfullfilled
I can feel the end is near
It all has come as we had feared
Needless to say, despite the lip he'd received from her previously, Gustavo knew it would be a mistake to let this talent slip away—particularly into the hands of Hawk.
And if our final day has come
Let's pretend to carry on
And if the end has now begun
Live on
Live on
This is our final day
This is our final day
This is the final thunder
Up on your roof so high
Let's stay and wait for the morning
Even if it's
"Stop the music." He murmured, his assistant pausing the track hesitantly.
Instantly, the girl's slate-grey eyes zeroed in on him. She coughed, clearing her throat. "So?"
He smiled at the return of her cocky, indifferent nature. "Come back next Monday, Ms. Marcus."
She didn't smile, merely smirked and nodded. "On to Round Two." She made her way towards the door, only turning back to him as she twisted the knob in her hands. A sly grin was thrown at him. "Thank you Mr. Roque."
And Haven left.