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Penelope's Point of View.

As we were walking towards the building, I couldn't help but notice all the tons of thousands of girls outside the building waiting for a celebrity to appear. As we got to a good distance from the door, I looked up as I heard someone scream, "Oh my gosh! That's Sterling Night!" I immediately was body slammed into the building's wall as Sterling was surrounded by a sea of screaming fans in a matter of seconds. If I didn't know how famous he was, I certainly did now. Sterling gracefully signed autographs and took pictures. I guess he's used to a thousand girls screaming his name. If Joe hadn't fought his way through the crowd to Sterling and said, "We have to go inside. We need this song recorded asap, kid." Then I don't think we would have ever gotten inside.

Once we walked in, Sterling was immediately greeted by the doorman, the security guards, the front desk clerks, and even the repair man. Looks like those girls weren't the only fans of Sterling. He greeted them back politely, and we finally got to the room he was going to record in. The rectangle room was amazing. The room was low lit and the walls were dark red. The room had a huge leather couch on one side of the wall, while the other side had a snack bar equipped with water bottles, ice tea, candy, chips, and other snacks. The last long side of the room was stretched with a thick desk with a whole bunch of buttons and knobs, with a door at the far left side leading into where all the magic happened. "Okay Penelope, you can sit there." Sterling said while pointing to the couch. "I'm just going to run through the song a couple times, record a few more, and then we can get to your guitar lesson." He smiled at me then walked through the door leading into the booth.

Joe sat at the desk with all the knobs next to Riley, the operating manager for the booth. Riley took a deep breath, pushed the button that controlled the microphone, and spoke into it saying, "Okay Sterling, you know what to do. Look at the list of songs you have to record, and do your thing." Sterling nodded, put on his earphones, and then looked at the said paper to his right on the stand in front of him. He took a step towards the microphone, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. My mouth slightly opened as I heard him sing, and until Joe turned around to laugh at me, I hadn't even realized that I was smiling. I was amazed by how well he could sing, and couldn't stop smiling at the fact that he could get so lost into the music as much as I could. Before I knew it, the recording session was finished, and he stepped out to be greeted by Joe. "Well done, kid. You did it again," he said pointing at me, laughing. "I think you just won over another girl." As Sterling looked at me, I looked down and blushed. My heart was pounding as he stepped toward me with a smile on his face.

He sat down on the couch and asked, "What'd you think?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I just laughed and looked down. Finally, words came into my mouth as I said, "You were amazing. The way you get lost into the music, it's just," I paused, "wow." He looked into my eyes and laughed, "Thanks," he walked over to the guitar stand next to the couch and grabbed a guitar, "You know, I still haven't heard your song." He strummed the guitar, and looked down to meet my face as I got lost in his eyes. I left his gaze and looked at the recording booth, "You know, I still haven't gotten that guitar lesson." I smiled with my mouth closed, proud of my ability to give it right back to him. "Tell you what," I said, "You give me that guitar lesson, and I'll sing you my song in the recording booth." He sat next to me and said, "You've got a deal."

Thirty minutes into our guitar lesson, and I had already found it easy to play the chords he taught me. It was a lot easier to play the guitar than it was to play the piano, in my opinion. "Wow," he looked at the guitar then back up at me, "You sure learn fast. You sure you haven't played before?" I chuckled then put the guitar down, "Positive." I replied. He broke the gaze we were sharing and stood up, "We had a deal. Now go into the recording booth and play that song." He demanded. I stood up and did what he ordered.

As I walked into the door leading into the recording booth, I couldn't help but feel as if I were home. Not home home, where I lived with my so-called-Dad, but home in the music store, where there were endless possibilities of what I could do. Sterling took me out of my train of thought by saying, "Alright, go for it." I strummed the guitar with the chords that I thought would fit my song well, but before I could get into my first verse, Sterling stopped me. "Is that your stomach growling?" He asked confused. As I looked down at the microphone pointing to the guitar which was near my stomach, I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I haven't eaten since," I closed my eyes, "I don't even remember the last time I ate." Sterling smiled, and said, "Oh, then come on, let's get something to eat."

As we were eating at The Grill, Sterling laughed at me. "There is no way you survived by stealing," He looked at me skeptically. "You're making that up." He said. I took a deep breath and looked down. I didn't want him to take it as a joke, because I really needed him to believe me. I wanted to be honest with him. There was something about Sterling that made me feel as if I could trust him with anything. "No," I looked up into his eyes, "I'm not. I… I had an alcoholic Dad who would beat me if I didn't get him anything to eat… or drink." I looked down with tears in my eyes. "My life is no joke." I said quietly. "Oh. Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Penelope. I wasn't making fun of you." I nodded and looked up, "I know." There was an awkward silence until Sterling looked up to be greeted by a guy with messy black hair, surrounded by a few more guys and girls. "Sterling, I didn't know you were here!" Sterling took out his hand and did a handshake with the guy while Sterling said, "Yeah, Rob. I'm here grabbing a bite to eat with," he paused and looked at me, "this girl." I crunched my eyebrows together and looked over my shoulder. This girl? I guess I'm not valuable enough to be introduced to his friends. I just shook it off. Rob eyed me up and down then looked to Sterling and said, "Yeah, were here to eat too. You should join us." Sterling laughed and looked at me then said, "Is it cool?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, no problem I'll just… find my way back to the hotel on my own." I bit my lip and got out of the chair. Before I walked out, I looked back at Sterling, who seemed to be too preoccupied with his friends to even notice me waving goodbye to him. I walked and walked, thinking back at the past few hours. I had so many mixed emotions about what was going on. I mean… I came here to make my dreams come true. Now I'm just letting this guy get to me, not getting anywhere in my music. But Sterling, there was just something about him. I just don't know what to think. I sighed and let all my emotions go. I finally looked up and realized that I had walked a few blocks... north. Or was it south of where I was? Then, it hit me. I have no clue where the hotel is. I have no clue where the heck I am in Los Angeles. I have no clue where my head is in this mission. I have no clue where my heart is in this climb.

I'm completely lost.

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