I've changed some names to make the story legal. This story will change in various points of view. This first part will be in Joe Johnson's, Sterling's manager.
"Yes, Sterling, yeah." I groaned. "I know. I'm about to check into the room right now, then you can come right up." I said while walking into the five star hotel. Once I reached the front desk, I replied saying, "I gotta go. Yeah, I'll give you the signal." I laughed. "Bye."
I put the phone into my pocket then looked up to see a girl ahead of me, trying to check in. "Please, you've gotta give me a room. I can pay for it, I can." She said hastily. "I'm sorry, but you have to be at least eighteen to reserve and check in a room. So, Unless you've got as parent with you, there's not much I can do." The woman said. The young girl looked down, with tears in her eyes. She was wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a blue v-neck. Her black hair was long and straight, with a lot of knots. She had on a pair of smudged prescription glasses, with a thin messenger bag and a guitar by her side. She was a walking contradiction. She dressed fine, but she looked like a wreck. She looked like the type interested in books, always obeying her parents, yet here she was, in the heart of LA, yelling for the manager. "I'm seventeen. Almost eighteen. Come on, you've got to have a heart!" Now the tears were rushing down. "I've got no where to go." She said quietly. The woman at the front desk sighed, "Alright. But you're eighteen if anyone asks." She said quietly. The young girl looked up with hopeful eyes and screamed, "Thank you! Thank you so much! This means so much. Just," She paused. "Thank you." The woman at the desk smiled, and asked for her name, "Penelope June." The girl said. "Alright Penelope, depending on how long you stay here, it's 300 a night." Penelope's eyes got wide, "300? Dollars?" The woman laughed and said, "Young lady, this is a five star hotel." Penelope sighed while picking up her guitar. "Nevermind then, I can't afford it." She slowly made her way out with her head down.
I kept my gaze at Penelope. I sighed while scratching my head and said, "Penelope? Wait." She turned around and stopped, but didn't say anything. "I'd like to pay for your hotel. " I said smiling. Well, there was my good deed for the month. "She had a huge smile on her face while saying, "Really? Oh my gosh, thank you so much." She looked paused, looked down, and smiled. "I know this sounds stupid, but, one day, when I'm famous, I'm going to find a way to thank you." I chuckled. "Good luck, kid. It's a dog eat dog world. There aren't people like me around every corner stop here." She laughed. "I know. But, I'm going to make it. I just know it." I stepped up to the front desk and checked in to two rooms. Then I turned over to Penelope and handed her a card, "Here, your room is right next to mine. When you check out, knock on my door so I know when to pay. Got it?" She took the key, and smiled. "Yeah. Again, thank you." While we were walking to the elevator, I took out my phone. After hearing a hello, I replied, "Alright Sterling. You can make your way in. Room 722. Got it? Alright." Looking up, I saw Penelope staring at me. "Sterling? Sterling Night?" I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, but don't make a scene. I don't want to have to take care of another fan girl." She laughed, "Oh, I'm not a fan girl. I've only heard of him a couple times on the TV, but I never really got to see what he did. What is he? An Actor? Singer?" I smiled, "All of the above, kid." "Oh." She looked down. "One of those guys." We got out of the elevator and walked to our room.
Sterling's Point of View.
Once I finally reached my room, I put my bags down to knock on the door. I stopped knocking once I heard something. It sounded like singing, and it was actually pretty good. Joe opened the door, "Hey! Sterling, I-" I cut him off. "Be quiet. Listen." He said in a hushed tone. "He rolled his eyes, and knit his eyebrows together. "I don't hear anything, he said." I shushed him. "It's singing. Someone's singing." He chuckled, "Oh. It's probably Penelope. I saw her with her guitar earlier, she swears she's gonna be-" I cut him off again. "I didn't know Penelope Cruz was here." I burst out laughing. "No, Penelope June. She's this girl I helped check in. She couldn't afford it, and I felt like doing a good deed." He smiled, "Well, that's definitely something you would do, Joe." He said sarcastically."Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm gonna head back in. Don't start a scene." And with that, he went back in. I walked over to room 721, and knocked on the door. Immediately, the singing stopped and I heard footsteps. The door opened, and my eyes met a beautiful view. She looked up at me, with surprised eyes, and a huge smile appeared on her face. Wow, what a beautiful smile she had. "Oh wow." She looked down. "Your Sterling Night. Aren't you?" I smiled, "Yeah. Was that you singing?" She blushed and replied saying, "Yeah. I'm sorry if I was disturbing you. I'm still learning a lot about music, but I could always learn in the day time so," she paused, "I'll stop." My eyes shot open, "No. No. Don't stop. It was really good. What were you singing? It didn't sound like something I've heard before." She blushed, "Oh. That was one of my songs. Did you uhm, like it?" She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Well, I couldn't hear it very well, but if you sang it to me, I might be able to give you an honest opinion" I laughed. She smiled. Alright, well, come in! I'd love to sing it to you." We walked in as she sat on her bed while I sat on her desk chair. I couldn't help but notice the guitar on the other side of her bed. "You play?" I asked. "She looked confused, until she followed my gaze to the guitar. "Oh!" She laughed. "Not really. I want to learn, but, I just can't afford a teacher right now." She looked down. I smiled. "Well, I play. I could teach you if you want." She stood up and smiled, "Really? Wow, that'd be great. Thank you." I smiled and said, "No problem." There was an awkward silence as she just looked down and smiled. "So," I broke the silence. "Let's hear that song."
As she took a deep breath, there was knock at the door. "Sterling? Sterling, you in there?" It was Joe. "Yeah, Joe. Hold on." I walked to the door and let him in. He looked furious and said, "What are you doing in here? You know what people would say if they saw you in here? C'mon, you have an early day tomorrow. Get to bed already." Joe looked at me, then to Penelope. "Geez, Sterling. Another girl? Really?" I knit my eyebrows together. "Joe, not now." I walked over to Penelope, "I gotta go. It was nice meeting you though." She looked at me disappointed, "Yeah, you too. Sorry you didn't get to hear my song. I was kind of hoping you'd get to hear it." She said quietly. "Come on, Sterling. You hit the booth tomorrow morning." Joe interrupted. I smiled. "Maybe I can hear it tomorrow morning." She looked up at me confused. "I'm hitting the recording booth tomorrow to record for this movie I'm doing, I can have your first guitar lesson there, and I can hear your song. Sound good?" She smiled big and replied, "Yeah, it does." I smiled big and replied, "Be ready by 7:30 tomorrow morning, I'll come knocking on your door to get you." She nodded, "Okay. Sounds good." And with that, I nodded, and left.
I had a good feeling about tomorrow.
