Okay so this is the same story that some of you have read before but this is my own i posted the test chapter off of my friends to see what people would think so tell me what you think!
Okay so I'm trying something new and I don't know if this will be good or bad. I really need reviews to know if I should go on or not! With that here is my lovely first chapter!
"Dad why the hell would I want to go to a call back with you? I never go to those and you know it." I said very irritated way after my dad asked me to come down to the studio to meet a new band that he's meeting to see if they're worth a recording contract.
My dad was the best producer in the nation and no body could deny that. He was the guy that got both Timbaland and Will.I.Am into the whole producer scene. He's worked with every one from Madonna to Nirvana. Even tough he has the best singers out there he is still always looking for new acts so that he doesn't get 'bored' with the same people every day.
Every time he meets someone new he always wants me to come and meet them since I basically know everything 'fresh and new' (once again his words not mine). I never go though because they always get way too over the top just 'cause I'm there or they let the pressure get to them and never perform at their full potential. So I've just stopped going to them so that I don't get in the way at all. But now all the sudden my dad is begging me to come.
"Sweetie I know that you hate coming to these, but I really need to know what you think of them because I believe that they could be the nest great thing. I mean they have everything going for them. A) They can actually sing and that's hard to find anymore, B) I think that every girl in the nation will fall in love with them; C) they have all the potential in the world. So can you please just come and see them." My dad begged me.
Since he had been bugging me about this for a solid 10 minutes so far I was just about to give in but I wanted him to sweat just a little bit more.
"Alright dad here's the deal. I will possibly think about coming if you tell me how old the boys are."
"Is that really all you want to know?" He didn't wait for me to answer he just went on with what ever he was just about he was going to say. "Well the youngest is Nick and he's 16. Then we have Joe who is the middle of the three boys and he's 19. Then the oldest is Kevin who I believe is 20 or 21 his birthday was really soon so they couldn't give me his true age."
"Well I guess that we'llhave to find out how old Kevin is later today when we meet them." I made sure to emphasize the, we'll and the, we to get across the point that I would be there.
I heard my dad sigh in relief when I said that I would be there.
"Thanks so much for doing this for me Mac. I really needed someone else's view of them. Meet me in studio 10 on the 9th floor at 3:30 pm. Love you."
"Love you too and see you then" I said quickly as I shut my phone and looked to see what time it was.
"Shit!" When I looked at the clock I saw that it was 2 pm and it took me a ½ hour to get to the studio so I really only had an hour to get ready.
Now that's usually more than enough time for me to look decent but I was just getting back from my daily trip to the gym and I was so sweaty and gross I didn't know that I would be able to get ready in a hour since I was just now walking into the main lobby of the hotel.
My dad built his own hotel right next to central park after his career really got started. We had always kept the top floor/main pent house for us as a get away in case we got too tired of LA. My dad made sure that it had it's own elevator and everything so we couldn't get trapped in a elevator with crazed fans or anything. I always wanted to come to the pent house even though we had a gorgeous house back in LA there was just something that I loved about New York. So when I turned 18 my dad said that if I promised to be responsible that I could have the pent house as my own and everything. He still had people that checked up on me and I had to be in my pent house by 1:30 am every weeknight and every weekend I had to be home by 2:30.
The only reason I get all these way not parental guidelines is because if I do anything and I mean anything wrong it will be all over the magazines and will ruin the rep that I've been building up for years. And the worst part is that my dad knows this so he keeps a pretty lose leash on me 'cause it will hurt me the most if I do anything wrong.
I finally made it out of the hotel by 2:05. I was pretty proud of myself considering that I had to take a shower, blow dry my hair, find a outfit (I wanted to look a little decent incase these boys really were cute), put on just a little bit of bronzer, eye liner and eye shadow, in only a hour.
I soon reached the studio only two minutes late. I climbed out of my 2009 Porsche Boxter that my dad got me only two months ago.
My car was my baby. I had kept asking him for a car even though I really didn't need one especially since when I lived in LA I had my own personal driver that just took me everywhere. But now that I was on my own in New York my dad wanted to make sure that incase of any emergency I had my own car to drive. I really haven't gotten to drive it too much since the traffic is just horrible and everything I just call up Jake and he escorts me everywhere I walk to.
Jake is my bodyguard basically; I've known him since I was about fourteen. My dad wanted someone who could interfere with the paparazzi in case they got too close or some one tried anything on me. He was 18 at the time we hired him. We got so close over the years that he was like the brother I had never had. He even came to New York with me when I moved over here. Since he was so willing to come over with me my dad gave him one of the best sweets of the hotel so that he could always keep an eye on me.
While I was running down the hall way to the studio because I was now 10 minutes late because the elevator took forever getting to the lobby and then to get to the fifth floor so I was booking it down the hallway in my stilettos.
"I'm soo sorry I'm late it's just that time was way against me today and then I wasn't even home when you called and yeah." I exclaimed as I sat down in one of the comfy chairs that are in all the studios.
"Don't worry about it I told you to be a half an hour early in case you were late like you usually are." My dad sighed as he eased himself down into a chair himself.
"Hey how come you're here instead of LA?"
"Oh because the boys live in New Jersey and I just thought that it would be easier to just have them come here instead of going all the way to LA."
I was about to say something when the door opened and some girl poked her head inside the room.
"Mr. Bolton the Jonas Brothers are here to see you"
"Thanks Karlie can you send them in." my dad calmly answered.
With that she quickly closed the door and you could here her quick footsteps as she walked away from the room.
The door slowly opened and three boys walked in. It was obvious which one was which. Nick the youngest had wild curly hair and that cute kinda all American boy face with skinny jeans and just a plain blue t-shirt. Next was Joe who was tallest of the group and he had straight hair that flipped out in different directions and then gray faded skinny jeans with a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Lastly there was Kevin who had curly hair kinda like Nick and you could tell he was the oldest just by the looks he kept shooting his brothers if they even flinched he was wearing basically was Joe was but his button down was a pale, pale blue. Joe was by far the cutest of the bunch and possibly even cuter than Max.
What usually happens at a call back is a band that my dad thinks has potential comes and plays for us live. Then they kinda just talk about themselves and basically tries to tell us why my dad would give them a contract. The hard part is, is that most people can usually sing really well but they cant handle talking to my dad like he's just another person. We know that people aren't going to be exactly their normal self, but we still like to see how well they deal with the pressure. 'Cause we can't let people represent our company if they make a fool of themselves in front of the public or camera unless they mean too.
This is the all or nothing part of the interviewing process cause all the labels talk to one another and they warn each other if there's a crazy person who wants a contract that can sing but isn't a good people person.
"Um I I'm Kevin, I'm 21 and the oldest." Said the one I already knew Kevin was.
"I'm Joe, I'm 19 and I'm the coolest out of the Jonas Brothers." While Joe was saying this I saw Kevin shoot him eye daggers. I was kinda funny Kevin was being so up tight about since my dad was pretty sure already that he was gonna hire then he just wanted to make sure they sounded as good as they were on the CD they sent in.
"Well I guess that just leaves me. I'm Nick the youngest besides our brother Frankie, I'm 16 and just totally honored to be here right now!" I did notice that he kept looking around the room with be eyes of wonder.
"Alright boys what songs are you going to play for us today?" My dad asked while giving them a 'try you're hardest to impress me' look that he gives everyone when they first come to his studio. It doesn't matter if your Justin Timberlake you'll still get that look.
Kevin spoke again but I didn't really notice I was already starting to get kinda bored because knowing my dad these boys were probably really cute but had no talent. They shocked me though since they were really actually quite good. They played three songs: Underdog, Year 3000, and my favorite out of the set, which was Goodnight and Goodbye.
When they were done I listened intently to their conversation with my dad.
"How do you think you would handle the pressure of always being in the public eye incase I do sign you." I was shocked my dad was never this forward about the question that was usually the last one he asked people.
Nick answered the question. "Well I think that we would handle it pretty well since we a very responsible and respective of people."
I was pretty shocked that was coming from a sixteen year old boy. Since half the time Jake doesn't even attempt to act that way any more when it comes to paparazzi he just yells to get out of the way while I try to get past as fast as possible.
"Would it be hard for you guys to go on tour? I mean would there be any drama since you never get to see your girlfriend or anything?" I didn't really know why my dad asked this question since people don't go on tour unless their album doesn't pretty well and people are willing to buy tickets for the shows.
"I'm sorry to say that none of us have any girlfriends and I think the hardest thing for us going on tour would be that we never got to see our little brother Frankie." I noticed that Kevin and Nick did all the talking and Joe only stood there. I would have to ask him about that later on in life if I ever see him again.
"Well boys my daughter and I need to think about what we just heard and we'll be right back telling you if you get a contract or not." My dad said slowly getting out of his chair.
All right so that was the first chapter! I don't care if you liked it or not I just want feedback. That way I can improve at least if you didn't like it. So you all know the drill hit the lovely little button and review so that I am motivated to start the next chapter.
Rebbecca