Author's Note: New Writer. New Story. Here's the intro to it. Rated M for language and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Just my ideas.
Rock My World
Chapter One: Good Idea
"No way! I'm not doing that!"
"I didn't say you have to. It's an option but you need to face the facts here Spencer."
"And what are these facts huh?!"
"You're not making enough sales like we thought you would," he explains.
"It's just a rough patch right now," I scoff in disbelief.
"You haven't written a number one hit in almost a year."
"Bullshit I've written songs," I argue.
"Yes…but they're not…"
"Good enough?!"
"I didn't say they weren't good. We just need something great. We need a new record."
"Well it's not happening. I'm a solo artist!"
"Listen. All we need is one good record and we're back in. A collaboration with another popular artist can make this happen! I've been shooting ideas back n' forth with a bunch of big companies and I think this will be good for you."
"It's a bullshit publicity stunt!"
"In a way yeah. But this is good publicity. A collaboration record is a good idea."
"I'd be a fucking sell out," I tell him.
"At least meet them! This could be your last shot here! Do you really want to throw all of your hard work away because of your pride? Besides, I don't know who this artist is but what they did tell me is she's sold millions of CDs and has had more number one hit singles than you can count on your hand. At least meet with her and her people."
"…fine…but nothing's agreed on yet."
"Whoooo! I'm tellin' you Spence babe this is just what we need! I've got to head out and tell them when we want to meet," he explains excitedly, running around the office gathering a bunch of things.
"Ugghhh yeah yeah don't call me babe. The things I let you drag me into…"
"Just looking out for my favorite client."
"You're only client," I correct.
"And as your best friend I'm honored to have you as my only and number one client. You love me," he shouts happily as he heads out the door.
"Unfortunately," I sigh, as the door shuts behind him, leaving me alone in the office.
Who was this artist? Was she really that good? Or is Lucas over exaggerating again? It wouldn't be the first time.
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"You excited," Lucas asks, holding the door to the conference room open for me.
Truthfully I was nervous as all hell.
"I don't know. Do you really think this is a good idea?"
"I know it is," he answers with great conviction.
I look around the empty conference room, happy that we're the first ones here.
"Let's just get this over with."
"Relax Spence. It'll all work out, you'll see. Just take a seat-."
"Sorry we're late," a man in a business suit interrupts.
He's rather short. The two huge body guards behind him just tower over his tiny figure.
"It's okay, we just got here," Lucas responds, politely holding his hand out.
They shake hands and the man grins at me.
"We're honored to share this opportunity with you," he says, looking straight into my eyes.
"Well I never agreed to-."
Lucas quickly cuts me off with an elbow to my side.
"We are too," Luke finishes for me.
The business man turns to the two bulky men and motions for them to leave the room. They move aside and I quickly spot the "artist" I'm supposed to be working with. She's in dark skinny blue jeans with a black thin jacket. The hood's up and there's a pair of black shades covering her eyes. Obviously she must've had to sneak in here. And the two body guards? Who the heck is this chick?
She unzips her jacket, pulls down her hood and removes the shades. No fucking way…
"This is Ashley Davies," the man introduces her happily.
Ashley grins, showing off a perfect white smile. Her brown eyes lock with my blue ones.
"Wow," I chuckle lightly.
"Ahh so you've heard of Miss Davies," he says proudly.
"Yeah…I know the cunt," I respond, punching her in the face and effectively busting open her lip.
She stumbles backwards but manages to keep her balance. Ashley spits blood on the floor and glares at me.
"Still have that right hook Spence," she smirks smugly, wiping at the dripping blood on her now gashed lip.
"Don't fucking call me that!"
I charge at her only to be pulled back by the two large men.
"Is this a fucking joke?! Get the fuck off me," I scream out in anger.
The body guards begin to pull me back. I use their height as an advantage and lift myself off the ground throwing kicks at Ashley. A few connect with her but she ends up grabbing my ankles and pushing them off to the side causing me to lose my balance.
The guards were literally dragging me out of the room as I struggled to get away and continue my assault on Ashley.
"That bitch is the one who fucked up my career in the first place," I screamed, as I was escorted out of the room.
Author's Note: Tell me what you think so I know if it's worth continuing.