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Patricia POV
I had given a song I wrote to some Serena girl. She was freaking out because she lost her's and then refused to take mine. But then, I started begging and when she finally said yes, I skipped off to Subway. I swear I'm growing more and more like Piper every day!
I was walking to her practice room and I saw Eddie being handed my song.
"HELLO!" I yelled snatching up the song. "Serena!"
"They call me Cece and I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't want anyone reading your songs."
"I don't!" I yelled. I knew I was overreacting but I really didn't want anyone reading my song.
"Okay I'm sorry," she said, taking the song. "I'll take to the grave just don't be mad at me."
I took a deep breathe and nodded.
"Take the mixtables out of the song and put in a guitar," I said. "It's slow tempo and works better."
Cece nodded and said, "Sorry Eddie. Call Jo we need her now."
Eddie nodded and glanced up at me. I gave him a faint smile, before ushering him out and closing the door.
Eddie POV
What just happened? I was pretty sure she kicked me out, but I wasn't sure of anything at the moment. I sighed, and hopped on the elevator. My dad was sure to be reading songs and correcting errors now so I decided to wonder about.
Sure, it was weird for a 21 year old man to wonder around a comany he had been working in for over 4 years, but I was bored. Soon, I found myself in front of Patricia's office door,and then my mind wondered off.
Why did singers have practice room and offices, and song writers only had offices? Why were Bottle Nosed dolphins called bottle nosed if their nose aren't even shaped like bottles?
For a while I just stood there, lost in thought, before, without thinking, turning the knob and walking in.
Her office looked completely set up already. Which made sense, because in the many hours we were talking, she demanded we get the office looking straight.
Her desk had her laptop set up perfectly, and pictures of people were set on it. Beanbag chairs were set up in a corner, and a mini fridge was sitting by her desk. Then there was a tiny wooden box, with Patricia engraved into the wood. I walked over to her desk and carefully opened it. Unlike a regular music box would've done, this one actually sung.
Goodnight my darling
Off to bed
Tommorow's a new day for all to see
And be happy because I said
Goodnight my darling
Off to bed
Tommorow's a new day for all to-
"What are you doing in here?!"
I shut the box closed and turned around.
Patricia.
I know. A bit of a filler. How was the music box? I'm not a song writer so that was kinda new to me. Reviews are love my dear readers, and the first review this chapter gets, the owner get's a sneek peek of the next chapter! Sound good? Until next time my darlings.
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