Music to my ears
"I deserved Best New artist! He's not even pop!" Mercedes yelled at her manager.
"You won best new album, 'Cede. You're both even…yay?" Her manager was following her around the hotel room as Mercedes Jones paced angrily.
"That was my Grammy! It's bullshit!" Mercedes stopped at her bed and threw herself, she buried her face in the pillows. "Just go. I'll be fine"
"Mercedes, you have a press conference in 20 minutes. You need to get ready"
"I'm skipping it" She mumbled.
"You have to go. Sam Evans will be there. It's you chance to show him up!' Her manager said in a cheery voice. "Oh come on! Don't tell me you feel defeated! You're number one on the billboards!"
Mercedes groaned.
"Nashville Star is number one on the country billboards!"
Her manager laughed. "So? Let him have some glory. What's your deal with Sam Evans anyway?"
Mercedes turned her face so she was facing her manager. "Maxine, he looks like Brett" She buried her face and groaned
Her manager sat at the foot of the bed and chuckled.
"It's not funny!" Mercedes mumbled.
"That would be giving Brett a compliment. Sam Evans is better looking!" Maxine laughed and Mercedes threw a pillow at her
"He's not that great looking!" Mercedes said trying not to smile.
"You're right…he's HOT!" Maxine teased.
Maxine was right; Sam Evans was way hotter than Brett Thomas, her ex guitarist and ex-boyfriend. Things had gotten pretty bad when she found him and her publicist doing the horizontal mambo on her bed. She lost all hopes towards the opposite sex and married her music. Finding Maxine was the best thing that happened to her. Aside from being her manager, she was her best friend.
Mercedes sighed
"Fine, I'll go. Don't expect me to be nice!"
Maxine looked away from Mercedes and Mercedes noticed.
"what is it?" Mercedes asked
"Please don't kill me…this is good for your career!"
"WHAT IS GOOD FOR MY CAREER?"
"I talked to Joe, Sam's manager and we decided you two would benefit from a duet! The two best voices in music! It's got Platinum record written all over it!"
Mercedes froze. Was her manager on crack?
"ARE YOU ON CRACK? HELL TO THE NO!" Mercedes started kicking random things
"Hell NAW! No way!" Sam plopped himself on the sofa and turned the television on.
"Sam, we already alerted the media" Joe said sternly
Sam looked over to his manager "you're fired!"
"Fired? Are you kidding me? If it weren't for me, you'd still be singing on cruise lines wearing floral shirts and cargos!"
Sam clenched his jaw.
"Mercedes Jones? Out of all people? She's a bitch! She hates me!"
"Well, she's a hot bitch! The two of you would be sex on a stick!"
Sam scoffed
"ONE SONG!"
Joe jumped and dialed Maxine.
"That's enough to make millions!"
Sam ran his finger through his hair and got up to make himself a drink. Not even all the Johnny Walker Black in the world would get him excited about this duet but he figured he'd start with one drink.
Sam Evans and his manager walked into the studio. Maxine waved them down and signaled them to stay quiet. Mercedes was recording.
Joe and Sam took a seat and Joe nudged Sam.
"hmm? What did I tell you? She sounds great!"
Sam didn't want to admit Joe was right so instead he listened to Mercedes. She did sound great. Amazing actually. He paid attention the way she sang with attitude, the way her lips curled, her doe like eyes, her amazing body and Sam couldn't help but lick his lips.
"you're mouth's on the floor" Joe said leaning in.
Sam smiled "shut up, dude"
Mercedes let out her last note and Sam bit his bottom lip. He had to have this girl, he thought.
Mercedes walked out of the booth and forced a smile.
"Hi. Please tell me you're not drunk this time" She said to Sam
Sam had one too many Johnny Walker's before the press conference. He laughed.
"What can I say, you drive me to drink!" Sam said wickedly
"Bite me, Evans" Mercedes retorted
"yes, please!" Sam growled in her ear
Joe and Maxine watched their clients and smiled.
Joe leaned in to Maxine "20 bucks they fuck tonight"
"50 they do it within the next hour"
They both high fived and laughed.