Okay, I hope none of you readers mind, but I'm a MAJOR fan of akward moments, so I'm gonna put some in!
By the way, I'm going to start this chapter with Zuko's POV.
And if this chapter seems a little sexier than the other chapters, that's cuz Zuko's character is just like that.
Chapter 3:
Well I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised when Kate signed the contract so easily. Not many people are that trusting. Lucky for me I now have most of them signed. She has no idea what she's signed up for. I'm pretty lucky. Not in THAT way! In the contract she agreed to go to any and all events that I think would boost her publicity. And she also agreed to work with the material the producers from my company give her. It was almost too easy. Then again, I've learned to never underestimate anyone.
So anyway, after my meeting with her I had a quick meeting with my stylist team. Kate's pretty, but she's not quite what the company needs right now. We need a new Madonna figure. I hope this doesn't turn too ugly. Not many of my stars have taken their transformations well. Like Larry. He wanted to be a classical singer. We turned him into Lay-Z, the biggest rapper in the world! I've got a great vision for Kate. I'm thinking blue should be her signature color. It looks great on her. And that necklace she wore today was a really great signature piece. I'm thinking we'll change her name to Kat for the stage, and give her some bolder lyrics. I like the music style she has though. Pop rock is great to dance to.
So after my meeting, I was slightly exhausted. I've been having a lot of trouble with my sister recently. Azure's just too stupid to realize what she's doing. Or maybe she's too smart. I have a feeling that she's bringing bad attention on purpose. Oh well, I can deal with her.
Well once I got home, things got a lot better. May, my secretary, and I had a nice movie night. Then she stayed over. All in all it was a pretty good evening. I can't wait to see how the style team does…
Kate's POV
So I told Aaron and Tanya who signed me and Aaron totally flipped out!
"Fire Nation Records is notorious for scandals and controversial music! Not to mention Zach Fiar is one of the biggest womanizers in the country. He's worse than James Bond!" Aaron said, rather loudly.
"Aaron, if Kate wants to work for them I don't see what the big problem is," Tanya said.
"Zach didn't seem so bad. He seemed kind of nice, actually," I said, trying to defend my boss.
"Of course he seemed nice. That's how he lures people in. What kind of music were you signed for?"
"Well…I'm not sure," I said, feeling slightly foolish that I didn't read the contract.
"Did you sign a contract?" Aaron demanded.
"Uh, yeah," I admitted.
"Without reading it? What were you thinking?" Aaron practically yelled.
"Aaron, just drop it. It's Kate's life, okay? And besides, Fire Nation Records isn't that bad. I actually like some of their singers," Tanya intervened. I could've hugged her. Before Aaron could get another word out our food arrived. I munched on my orange chicken while mentally kicking the crap out of myself. How could I have been so stupid? I hoped that I would be able to straighten everything out the next day when I went in to meet the, what was it, style team? Oh crap. A style team meant only one thing. I was going to be made over. My mental smackdown only increased.
The rest of our meal passed in relative silence, despite Tanya's attempts to lighten the mood. I was so relieved when we got home and Tanya and Aaron said goodbye. I changed into my pajamas and flopped onto my bed. I picked up my cell phone, debating on whether or not to call my brother. I decided against it. I really wasn't in the mood to be yelled at. I grabbed my laptop and got on the web. I wanted to update my blog. I began typing about my day and all of the stuff that I was stressed out about. Even though I was pretty sure that no one ever read my blog, it still felt nice to vent about all of my frustrations. After I finished ranting, I shut off my laptop and went to bed. I had a good dream, surprisingly enough. It was me, on stage, singing my own songs. It was awesome, but then it took a major turn for the worse. The audience started laughing and I looked around and saw that I was on strings like a puppet. I looked up and saw Zach, smiling and laughing. I woke up immediately and was really wigged out. I looked at the clock, which read 6:30 am, and decided I might as well be up for the day. I went to the bathroom to take my shower, and once I was finished I threw on a jean skirt and a t-shirt. If I was going to be made over, I might as well be comfortable now. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I fixed up some scrambled eggs for myself since Tanya was still asleep, and then I flipped on the TV. I had half an hour until I needed to leave for Fire Nation Records.
As is custom, nothing was on the TV. Let me correct myself: nothing GOOD was on TV. So I decided I would do some window-shopping before leaving for my meeting. Tanya's building is conveniently located in the middle of a quaint little shopping area. Her street happens to house some very upscale clothing stores. So I soon found myself walking by window after window looking at designer dresses and jewelry. I wish I'd had more time so I could've gone in and looked through the clothes more in-depth. But pretty soon the half hour was up so I grabbed a taxi and was on my way to my meeting. I arrived there pretty quickly since the morning rush hour was over, and decided that Zach wouldn't mind if I was a little bit early. I got in the elevator and pushed the button to go up. When I reached his office, his secretary wasn't there. I figured she ran out for coffee or was looking through files or doing something else that secretaries tend to do. When I opened Zach's door I found that I was partially right. But instead of writing notes to executives or filing papers or getting coffee, she was making out with Zach, right on his desk.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I said, partially embarrassed, partially surprised, and partially upset. I wasn't quite sure why I was upset, but I figured it was to be expected when I walked in on something like this.
"Kate," Zach cleared his throat, pushing his secretary away slightly. "I believe you know May, my secretary."
"Kind of," I replied. May just gave me a cold glare. But hey, I wasn't going to apologize for walking in on them!
"Well, I believe you and I have a meeting with the style team," Zach said to me, straightening his black Armani suit. He turned to May in a very business-like manner. "We'll continue later."
May walked past me, glaring hate-daggers. I watched her leave, then turned back to Zach as he started talking.
"Kate, I'd like you to meet Sienna, our chief makeup consultant; Cory, our clothing consultant; and Isaac, our dietician." Each of the individuals waved as their name was called. Sienna was a pretty girl with chin-length brown hair brown eyes. Cory was a tall man wearing a very flamboyant suit of maroon and turquoise, and Isaac was a short, sort of plump man with grey hair. He had a cup of tea and a teapot on the table in front of him.
"Um, dietician?" I said.
"Yes, he's going to monitor what you eat to make sure you stay healthy. He might make a few adjustments to your diet, but don't worry, they'll be minor," Zach said. I gulped silently. My days of French fries and hohos were over.
"Alright team, Kate needs a new look that's fresh, fun and sexy," Zach said.
"Oh your skin is so perfect! Like a fresh canvas just waiting to be painted!" Sienna said. I hoped to god that she wasn't going to put me in some outlandish facepaint.
"Your skin tone looks fabulous with darker colors, but your eyes might pose a problem," Cory said. "You'll probably look the best in blue and purple."
I was slightly- no, not slightly- I was VERY scared about what these people were going to do with me.
"Mr. Fiar," Cory turned to Zach. "What kind of image is Miss Kate getting?" I turned as well, anxious to hear the reply.
"Modern Madonna." My spirit plummeted. This was not going to be fun at all.