Hey so i wrote two chapters so far and I'm uploading both today. This one is a Bridget chapter and the next will be more Mari with Lu-Lu and the boys. i hope you enjoy!
Bridget's POV~
My life seriously is going nowhere. I'm done! I need to realize I'm at the lowest of the low right now, as far away from the upper crust as possible. I thought it was bad when Lookout! Records had to drop me because of "cut backs" but that never phased me. I kept going to every record company in Los Angeles and giving them my demo or sending them into the main offices anywhere else in the country hoping that I'd get signed again. And finally I did, to Columbia Records. Then I started feeling good again. I was recording songs that where going to be shown to the CEO and judged there to see if I was going to stay there. I was so confident because everyone said I would that I checked out of the cheep motel I was staying in and actually started renting this small apartment with the last of my money.
But of course, that didn't last. For anyone else it might have but for me no. I get called to the head office one day. I'm excited thinking I'll get signed for a major record deal but instead I got a huge slap in the face. There he was the man controlling my future sitting in his gigantic desk surrounded by flat screens, fake plants and windows instead of walls. He simply smiled and told me this,
"So Miss. O'Keeffe, I listened to your demo and I must say you're quite good. But sadly not good enough to compete with the other solo girl acts we already have signed. So we're dropping you from the label. Not because you're horrible at what you do its just we've seen it before. That is all please leave." and those my friends, are the words that killed me. Actually I don't even know if I have friends anymore. All the ones from my childhood are back in Ireland and the ones from my short high school career hate me now because I "ditched" them for my career. Well, almost career.
And here's where I am now. No record deal, no modeling jobs in weeks and my landlord just kicked me out so I'm sitting on the curb with my two guitars in their cases and my duffle bag. I had my phone in my lap debating on whether or not I should call my Uncle Finn and tell him what happened. What's holding me back is he told me I could come here and chase these dreams but if I ever got into a situation like this I'd go back and work in his tattoo parlor. And let me tell you that is not what I want to do with my life. But I had nothing else so I needed to call him. My fingers gently pressed each number slowly, knowing my future was getting duller with every little "ding" of the key. When his number was fully in I took a deep breath, about to press the call button and seal my fate. But then something unexpected happened.
Instead of my phone calling my uncle, I was receiving a call from an unknown number. This person had called me not even half a second before I did the hardest thing I might have had to do. With trembling hands I answered the call.
"Hello?" I asked sort of shaky, wishing so hard this might be a miracle that would save me from a future of tattooing a heart with the word "MOM" in it onto frightening men's arms.
"Hi is this Bridget O'Keeffe?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes this is she." I swallowed, trying to sound professional, when really moments before I was on the verge of tears.
"I'm Kelly Wainwright, talent scout at Rocque Records and assistant to Gustavo Rocque. I'm calling to tell you I heard your demo and want you to set up a day you could come in and audition for the company." I was speechless. This couldn't be happening, I never thought I'd get a happy ending and this might be my golden ticket to achieving it. I was so shocked I didn't talk for a while.
"Hello? Anyone there?" I snapped back into reality and answered her quickly,
"Yes I'm here! And I'd be honored to audition."
"Great when's a good time for you?"
"As soon as possible would be great!" I needed this so bad.
"Oh, that's great! We can actually have you here today at noon. If you want we can send a car to your address."
"That sounds perfect! I live at 55 Sunset Street. I'll wait in front of the building." I was about to explode with pure excitement and love for this woman who believes in me, sees something in me and is offering me an opportunity I desperately need.
"Great I'll send the car out now! See you soon!"
"Bye thank you!" I couldn't hold it in anymore, I got up and started dancing. I'm no dancer so I know it wasn't a pretty sight but I couldn't care less, I have another chance to save me from a life of being a tattoo artist. I looked back at my phone and the time was eleven. I had one hour before the audition. I dug around in my duffle bag for my song book. Finally I felt my hand brush over a small, leather-bound book and pulled it out. I needed to do the best performance I can possible pull out of me. I flipped through the pages, looking for the perfect song to perform. Finally I decided on one and I sat down again and waited.
"I wonder if they'll like it. I hope they haven't seen what I do before. Is my hair okay? God why did my landlord have to kick me out today!" these were some thoughts that raced through my head as I waited for the car. I played with my locket and looked at the picture inside it for the billionth time. It was definitely my favorite picture I have. It was of my mother holding me on the pier. It was taken in black and white because my mother loved pictures like that. I have her hair, her eyes and her nose. I almost looked exactly like her except for me having my fathers dimples and round face. The picture was taken a week before she got sick and a two weeks before she died.
I traced my finger over her face wishing she was here to give me a pep-talk. I can imagine her saying,
"Bridget I know you'll get it this time just believe it and it'll happen. I love you." oh how I wish she was here to do that.
A car then parked across the street and the driver came up and held a sign that said my name on it, like you would see someone do at an airport. I got up, slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and carried my two guitars over to the man.
"Are you from Rocque Records?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes ma'am, do you happen to be Miss. O'Keeffe?"
"Yup" he smiled and opened the back door for me.
"Put your things back here so you can sit upfront." I did as I was told and then sat upfront with the driver. It was a quick drive to the studio and the driver helped me get my things out of the car. I said my goodbye and walked into the building. I just realized I had no clue where I was supposed to go. There wasn't anyone down here, just an empty desk, bathrooms and some couches. But as soon as I figured I would just go to every level of the building until I found the studio, a huge black man stepped out of the elevator.
"Um, hello." I said sort of frightened by his appearance. I mean this guy looked like he could eat me.
"You O'Keeffe?" his voice was deep and intimidating just like the rest of him.
"Yes." I answered a tad quickly.
"Gustavo is ready for you come on." he said motioning to the elevator. I nodded and went in after him. He pressed the button for floor eleven. Eleven, got to remember that, hopefully. It was a quick ride to the top and when I stepped out I saw a long hallway covered in posters of old boy bands. As I walked down it I couldn't help but laugh at some of the ridiculous names and outfits, I mean who would want a band of all bad boys? At the end of the hallway there was a living room-looking area and doors to the studios. There was also a petite African-American woman pacing back an forth by one of the doors. She looked nervous.
"Hello." I said so she would know I was here. Her head snapped up and a look of relief came across her face.
"Hi! I'm Kelly, the person who called before. Are you ready Gustavo is in a mood and needs some good news, like finally being able to sign the new girl project Griffin wants." I wasn't sure who Griffin was but I'm guessing Gustavo's boss.
"Yeah I'm ready, I'll just leave my stuff here." I put down my electric guitar and duffle bag, keeping the acoustic guitar in my hand.
"That's fine, come on. But let me warn you, he's a little…."
"KELLY! WHERE IS THAT GIRL?" a voice boomed. Both me and Kelly jumped.
"No need to finish that sentence." I told her and walked into the studio. I went straight for the booth while Kelly went to go talk to her boss. He looked annoyed as she explained things. Then he turned to me.
"Look, I've seen at least sixteen girls like you this past week just make this good." yay way to make me feel great. But I nodded and started strumming my guitar.
" Kept my mouth shut from the start
I guess I left you in the dark
You thought you knew me but you don't
You say you'll love me but you wont
When you find out who
I am I kept my mouth shut for too long
All this time you got me wrong
Now we're in this way too far
I'm about to break your heart
Tear everything we had apart"
I noticed that a older man came in with two body guards and began watching me.
'Cause I'm feeling lost
When I'm in your arms
The reasons are gone
For why I was holding on to you
I tried so hard
To be the one
I don't like who I've become
Won't keep my mouth shut anymore
I've had my share of closing doors
Now I know I'm not afraid
I know exactly what you'll say
But I'm sorry it's too late
'Cause I'm feeling lost
When I'm in your arms
The reasons are gone
For why I was holding on to you
I tried so hard
To be the one
I don't like who I've become
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I kept inside of me for all this time
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Thought that I could make it work if I just tried
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
But I'm sorry to admit that I have lived a lie
'Cause I'm feeling lost
When I'm in your arms
The reasons are gone
For why I was holding on to you
I tried so hard
To be the one
I don't like who I've become
I kept my mouth shut for too long
Now I know that it was wrong
I wish I told you from the start
That this was never meant to last
We should've never gone this far
Won't keep my mouth shut anymore" I finished he song and looked to the five people in front of me for approval and good news.
"I like her but I want a girl group. Get four more girls and add them in with her then we have a deal." he left after he said that. Girl group? I don't want to be in a girl group.
"Well you heard him we need four other girls and I honestly have no time for myself to find them. SO, if you really are serious about getting this record deal you will go find me four other pretty teenaged girls who can sing. Now please, LEAVE." wow wasn't he just a doll. I quickly put my guitar back in its case and hurried out of the room.
Sighing, I began to grab my things and think of a place to stay for the night. I honestly don't know if I want to join a girl group. I mean the gossip is terrible for groups and girls can get catty and fame hungry quickly. I was deep in thought about what I was going to do when Kelly came out of the studio and over to me.
"Bridget? Are you going to do this?" she asked. I thought again and did pros and cons. Cons were I didn't want to be in a girl group, girls get catty, and my songs might not be used. Pros were I'd finally have a record deal, have money coming in to support me, and also maybe gain friends from this.
"Yes I want to" I said after a long moment.
"Okay, well Gustavo wants the girls within the week." again I sighed.
"Any suggestions on where I could find four girls?"
"If I was you, I'd go to the Palm Woods, all upcoming talent lives there. I can ask the driver to take you there."
"Thanks, oh and do you happen to know the cost to live there? I've sort of fell on some hard times if you didn't notice."
"Well I know it isn't cheep but the record company will pay for you once you get a deal. So I suggest finding those girls quick."
"Oh, okay thanks." I picked up everything and began walking down the hallway.
"Bridget." Kelly called from the room. I turned around to face her.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck." I smirked and continued down the hallway, thinking of a way to find four talented girls in the next few days.
So there's the first real chapter. I dont own BTR or Mouth Shut by the Veronicas. I hoped you enjoyed! Till next time readers(: