Is there anyone out there?
Now with Mr. Actor person following my motorcycle, I drove up to my place. This is going to be an interesting evening. I never really have anyone over at my place, mostly because they find it intimidating and don't understand why I live in a place that extravagant. And that's when the questions start rolling in, which I cannot have in my line of work.
But because this specific visitor already knew everything, I didn't really have to worry, or so I thought.
I quickly parked right next to my front door, so I didn't have to walk so far. Darren parked his black Chevy Malibu right behind me, and stepped out, looking up at my place in awe. Crap.
"Holy shit," the first words out of his mouth I've ever hear, and I couldn't help but laugh. He looked over at me surprised. I guess he didn't think I could laugh.
"Well, let's go get to work," I said, trying to hide my blush as I unlocked my door. Stepping into the large grand foyer I heard those same words fall out of his mouth. And I couldn't help but say "can you think of anything else to say?" And he just looked at me surprised again. Seriously, does this guy have any other emotions?
"Come on," I said, leading him down the left hallway and over to the first and only door on the right. Opening the door revealed a brightly lit room with only a staircase going down to the basement. Starting down the stairs I looked back at my guest and asked "are you coming?" Looking at me nervously he nodded and began down the stairs behind me.
"Why do I feel like I'm walking into a horror movie," he asked halfway down, and I couldn't help the laugh that burst from my lips and I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Guess you saw through my scheme," unintentionally flirting. I could feel his grinning eyes on me as we finally came to the basement. The room that I turned into my music area; my huge music area. I have a song writing area, which basically just looks like any average office, just incredibly messy. There was also an area full of all the musical instruments I play, which is quite a few, and also a recording booth where I record my demos for people.
"Holy, umm, crap," Darren said as a question, which I just laughed at. And before he could say anything else, I strode over to my 'office' and started ruffling through some papers.
"What are you doing," he asked walking over also. And as I looked at an early version of stereo hearts I said "trying to see if I can find anything we can work off of." Tossing another page aside I kept looking until I saw that Darren had picked that page up.
"You wrote Perfect by Hedley," he asked in admiration. I absent mindedly tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and tried to get back to what I was doing before I answered.
"Ya, there's a lot of songs out there that I wrote," and then I stopped. "Wait, Ryan did tell you what I do, right?" He looked up at me finally and said "oh ya, I just didn't know you were this accomplished."
I just collapsed in my chair and I thought for a moment. I was a tad irritated by that remark, but I was kind of glad that the creators weren't going around letting everyone in on the secret.
"So," Darren said, putting the paper down and curiously looking at a few more, "what else did you write?" I couldn't help but smile, and figured why not, he's gonna find out sooner or later, since he is working with me.
"I'll just say it this way, you have personally done a few of mine," and that got him intrigued. Leaning over the table I just asked "what's your biggest hit on the show." He leaned back thinking for a moment, and then it came to him.
"No," he said in astonishment and I couldn't help but grin, "really, you wrote Teenage Dream?" And I laughed, without really answering the question, though it was a yes.
"How many others," he asked, getting really excited. "Whoa there, don't wet yourself, I need that chair." Then I got up and motioned him to follow me to the door behind my desk. And he followed, and I led him into my awards room, which was basically a storage room for the things I'm not allowed to show anyone.
"4 minutes got pretty big, so I got a those awards over there," I said, motioning to a stack of gold and platinum records from all around the world.
"There's I'm yours, which was much less popular, but still got some platinum and gold," which was stacked right beside each other. And I went all around the room, to Perfect which won a few awards, some, but some. To some of the others, and finally we came to my last big hit, Stereo Hearts.
"Wow," Darren said finally, coming to a stop. I couldn't help but grin, but then it hit me, again. My accomplishments were someone else's accomplishments. It hits me daily, but it's still not fun when it does.
"Come on," I said angrily, "we better get to work." He just looked at me, concerned and wary. I wasn't surprised, I'm used to it.
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