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"And you're still an asshole," I deadpanned, trying to keep from laughing. Damn, if he acted this way all the time, maybe I'd start to forgive him.
The waiter returned with our foods while Austin was still giddily laughing like a little boy.
Ally POV:
Dear Diary,
I'm actually surprised to admit that yesterday wasn't half bad. Even though it had all been an act, we actually snuck in some 'real' jokes in there and it felt a little bit like old times. But I know I can't let him get to me. This is what he does, what he did. He's going to make me fall in love with him again (yes, I said it, I was in LOVE with Austin Moon), and then he's going to abandon me all over again. He's just going to drop me like a piece of shit, with nothing but a lame 'Goodbye'. Well, at least, he will do this when the contract is over. When this contract is over, I will be nothing but his song writer. I hope.
So, anyways, back to the 'date'... After about an hour, we finished our meals, paid the check, and left. And even though I put up a fight to make him let me pay half the check, he just gave me an intense look and I knew that management told him to pay for both the meals. Next, we just hopped into his car and went to see the movie "Divergent", which was really good. We sat next to each other in comfortable silence and watched the movie together, laughing at the funny moments. After we left, it felt like the air was lighter, and that the tension was slowly depleting between us.
So, today is my first official day as Austin's lyricist and we are meeting at his private studio with the rest of his writers at one o'clock; it was 12:15pm now. So, I guess it's time to go!
Ally D.
Even though I still had forty-five minutes until I needed to be at the studio, I decided to get going, figuring I could just get a head start on writing before everyone else arrived. I walked out to my car and drove the short 10 minute drive over there. I pulled into the parking lot and walked into the lobby and up to the lady at the front service desk. She looked up as I approached, offering me a warm smile.
"Hi, my name is Allyson Dawson, I am Austin's new writer," I introduced myself, smiling back at the lady.
"Wow, you're here early! Hi, I'm Trudy!" she smiled big, and offered me her hand to shake. I accepted it and shook it politely. "His studio is just down that hallway, the second door on your left." She pointed me in the right direction, I thanked her, and I was on my way. When I walked to the door, I opened it and walked into a room I'd easily consider paradise. The walls were a dark grey-blue, and there were white and black beanbag chairs in front of a small black coffee table. On the far wall was a big glass window that lead to a recording booth and under the window was a big intimidating control panel. Inside the booth, which was quite large may I add, was a shiny black baby grand piano. I quickly walked into the booth and stoked the ivory keys. The piano was perfectly tuned and I started to play one of my own melodies. After looking around to check if I was still alone in the room, I started to sing one of my newer songs. (A/N: This song belongs to Gotye, I do not own it. I am only saying it belongs to a fictional character to go along with plot lines. I do not take ownership of it in anyway.)
"Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
(Now you're just somebody that I used to know)
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody"
Right when I finished singing, a loud eruption of applause sounded behind me, causing me to turn around in shock. I turned and found myself glaring into the honey brown eyes of my 'boyfriend'.
"Wow! Ally! That was great!" Austin cheered as he continued walking towards me. How ironic, this is kinda how we met. I smiled shyly, even though he's heard me sing about a million and a half times.
"Thanks..." I trailed off, feeling shy and awkward. I looked at the clock and realized I'd already been here for 15 minutes... I guess I just got lost in the music.
"Did you write that?" he asked, even though he should've already known the answer.
"Yup," I stated, looking down at the piano ivories.
"Well, I see you haven't lost your writing swag!" He said, crossing his arms like he thought he was the coolest person ever.
"Really, Austin? Swag? Has your vocabulary never evolved since you were 17? When people actually still said that word?" I joked, elbowing him from where I sat. It's funny how just a few days ago him and I were just so tense around each other, but now we are slowly falling back into the joking rhythm of our old friendship.
"Whatever, Als!" He chuckled and elbowed me back. "So, anyway, what was that song about?"
"Uh, well, I wrote it the night after my interview with Maxim. It was about how I felt like I didn't know you anymore and how I thought the Austin that I was on good terms with was far dead and gone. I was pretty sure he was just replaced with an arrogant jerk," I stated, looking down. It was hard to try to be nice to him after remembering how he treated me that day. And it was going to take me a while to forgive him for that.
A look of guilt flashed over his face and he looked like he was about to say something but shut his mouth when two other people entered the studio: one pretty blonde female and a feminine looking gentleman with a green striped bowtie.
Austin turned away from me to greet the two others in the room and I got up from the piano bench and joined the group. The guy immediately hugged me with a tight squeeze and kissed me on my cheek. I tried not to look surprised by the sudden strange greeting.
"You must be Allyson!" the male basically squealed, releasing me from his bear hug. "I'm Blake."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, but please, call me Ally!" I replied, taking a like to Blake right away. Then I turned to the blonde.
"Hey, I'm Erika!" She said, smiling and giving me a slight wave.
"I'm Ally, it's nice to meet you," I said, smiling back. Our introductions were then interrupted by Austin clearing his throat.
"Okay, now that your little introductions are finished, let's get down to business," Austin said, walking out of the booth and plopping himself down on one of the bean bag chairs. We all filed out behind him and sat down as well. He continued, "So, as you guys know, Maximum Records wants to create me a more 'grown-up' image to appeal to some the older crowd and to widen my fanbase. So, he wants us to write something that is a little bit more grown up. Anyone got any suggestions?" Blake's hand immediately shot up.
"So, I was thinking we could do a love ballad.. One that is sensual, not sexual, and would touch the fan's souls," he stated, somewhat dramatically. Austin only rolled his eyes.
"Blake, we went over this! You suggest that at every meeting!" Austin said, already seeming frustrated. "I'm just not a ballad person." Blake slumped in his bean bag chair. But that's when I got the idea.
"Wait, Austin.. Blake kinda has a point there!" I yelled excitedly, taking out my notepad. "We don't necessarily need to write a ballad, but he's right about the 'sensual, not sexual' part. If we write a pop song about a passionate love that isn't sexual then it could appeal to ALL ages!"
After that the room just fell silent and both Blake and Erika stared at me with shocked expressions; Austin only smirked. Slowly, both Blake and Erika started to smile.
"That's perfect!" Austin agreed, while the other two just nodded along. "Okay, everyone start writing, and in about 15 minutes we will see who has the best lyrics so far. Alright?"
We all answered him with nods and smiles, then proceeded to scribble words down on our notepads.
*15 minutes later*
"Okay, guys! Show me what you got!" Austin said. "Erika, you first."
"Okay!" She looked down at her paper, then started singing what she wrote.
"Girl, I got you where I want you,
Where I knew I had you from the start,
Yeah, I got your love, got your love,
I captured your, captured your heart.
Babe, I got you wrapped around my finger,
I feel your heart beating like a drum,
You know I can give you feelings, give you feelings,
That make your body go, body go numb.
And I know that we will stay together,
Through whatever weather and storms
That come our way, yeah"
"That was all I had, I know it's not that good.." She trailed off, looking down at her notepad.
"No, it wasn't bad. It could use a little work, sure, but it wasn't bad," Austin said, then looked to Blake. "Blake? What do you have?"
"Um, I don't have much..." He started, but then started to sing.
"Can't you see I'm giving it my all?
But you keep putting up your walls,
Trying to push me away,
But I know you want me to stay! Yeah.."
"I like it," Austin said, "But I don't think its exactly 'right' right now... maybe we can work on it for a while and see where it goes!" He then turned to me. "Your turn, Ally."
"Well, I actually got quite a lot down.. it's not perfect yet..." I started, and then looked up, nervous to sing. Austin gave me an encouraging nod and I sang. (A/N: I also do not own this song. All rights to this song belong to Justin Timberlake.)
"Aren't you somethin' to admire?
'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always
Parallel on the other side
'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'll be tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me"
When I finished, I looked up and saw all three of them looking at me in astonishment. Austin, of course, was the first one to speak.
"That's perfect, Ally! When do you think you can get that finished by?" He asked, smiling excitedly.
"Well, when does this meeting end?" I asked, looking at the clock.
"I want to have everyone out of here by 3," he stated, also looking at the clock.
"Well, I can definitely have a rough draft of the song done by then, and maybe even mess around with a piano melody a bit!" I said, smiling. Austin nodded in approval.
"Okay, well, while you are working on that," he started, then turned to Erika and Blake, "how about we go start recording some of our other finished demos?" They both agreed and went over to the booth. I turned my attention back to the notepad and continued writing.
*2:54pm*
Finally! I finished the rest of the song, and I can honestly say that I'm really proud of it. I haven't written a song for someone else since before Austin left Miami, so I was a little out of practice since I'm used to writing for myself. It's nice knowing that one of the songs you've written is actually going to be performed, since I'd never be able to perform one the ones I had written for myself.
"Ally! Are you done?" Austin asked, walking up to me, his face lit up and the most genuine I've seen since we had reunited.
"Uh, I think so, when we meet up with Blake and Erika again tomorrow, I'll show it to you," I said, and started to pack up my belongings.
"Sounds good to me!" He said, and then packed up his stuff and throwing on his leather jacket.
I hugged both Blake and Erika goodbye and headed out to my car. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my shoulder bag.
Take a cute picture together!
-MR
I saw that this message was sent to me only, so I forwarded it to Austin along with a 'Get your butt out here!' I waited for a few minutes, then looked up to see Austin confidently striding towards me. I pulled up the camera app on my phone and he leaned in.
"What faces should we make? Maxim said to be 'cute'," I stated, looking up into his honey brown eyes.
"Um, how about this?" Austin said and leaned in and pressed his lips to my cheek. I gasped as a spark flooded through me and I stepped away shocked.
Haha, hey guys! I apologize, this was kind of a filler chapter. And I also apologize for
Blake's and Erika's crappy song writing skills! I can't write music for my life! Okay, well stay tuned for the next chapter! Thanks for reading! REVIEW!
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