This is my friend Will. He's a bit of an idiot but you'll love him anyway.

Tell It Like It Is

Chapter 3

Will Darcy picked up his folder and skimmed over the frighteningly thin figure. Her bones protruded and angled at angles so extreme that he felt as if perhaps, if she couldn't get a job in the music biz, she could always take-up the role of the scissors on some sort of medical show. Or the anorexic.

He grabbed the next file and popped the CD that fell out of the folder into his computer. It wasn't a demo as he'd thought it would be but a very beautifully cut and designed record that the guy- Christian he noted as he checked the folder- had obviously pulled all the strings he could manage just to make.

He checked out the picture that accompanied a couple of other sheets of mundane personal details within the folder, and studied the guy with every ounce of perception he could manage.

Two major thoughts first rose to the surface of Will's brain. The first being about the fact that through the mop of black hair and the tight jeans, Will couldn't honestly tell if this guy was attractive or not; the second was a common thought in the world of music, another drug addict.

This guy, this Christian guy, didn't even seem to try and hide his addiction to most likely any substance he could get his hands on as well as a steady stream of alcohol. He had dark circles under his eyes that made him appear to look like a raccoon. His eyes were pink, in what Will was hoping was just bad film exposure, and his bony fingers honestly held a rolled cigarette, or possibly joint, in between his middle and index fingers. Will knew what this guy was all about, based solely on his leather vest that showed off his wiry arms and red electric guitar he had slung over his shoulder. He didn't really care at all about his music; he just wanted to be a "rock star."

Will would to have loved to trump this shmuck's dreams in an instant, over the years he'd gotten quite good at it, but despite all of his first instincts about the guy's appearance the melody from the CD wafted around Will's office and filled it with a beat. Will immediately knew everything he needed to know about this beat, he'd also done that part of his job for years, and this was a beat that would sell.

"Georgie," he shouted into his intercom system while he held the little red button.

Immediately a tiny, and very fit, little brunette girl that couldn't have been more than 23 stumbled through the door to Will's office. "Yes master?" she asked with a sarcastic edge of defiance.

Will scowled and gestured for her to come over to his desk. First he handed her razor-girl's portfolio. "This girl doesn't need a music contract," he said as he scribbled something into his date-book, "she needs a nutritionist."

Georgie took the folder and chuckled a little. "I'll make sure she knows that."

"This guy," Will held up the picture of the drug attic, "does he seem like the type of jerk that girls will fawn over and faint at his feet?"

Georgie grabbed the picture and examined it closer to her face. "He's pretty damn hot, Will. I'd probably do him."

Will shuddered at such an idea. He knew Georgie would like him based solely on his mess of black hair. How can she designate someone to be hot when she can't even make out their features? He could have a pig's nose for all she knew.

"Thanks I'm now scarred for life," he muttered and pulled out the next file.

"What's his name?" Georgie asked still staring into the picture as if it had transfixed her.

"Don't even think about it," Will warned knowing without even looking at her exactly what she was thinking.

Georgie finally pried her eyes from the picture and watched Will as if she were offended. "Will I can't believe you'd think that of me. I was merely wondering in the off chance that you were planning on signing him."

Will looked back up to her a minor smile playing at his lips. "Right. Sure… his name's Christian."

Georgie's eyebrows quirked and she looked even more excited, as if his name alone made him hotter in her eyes. "No last name?"

"Nope. No last name."

"That's very hot right now," Georgie replied mostly to herself, but Will picked it up.

"Not having a last name is popular?"

Georgie rolled her eyes. "For someone who's supposed to help set trends you sure are behind with the times," she stated as she paper clipped the picture back into the file. "Not having a last name adds to the whole mystery thing, Will. It's just hot," she finished with a lame shrug.

"Alright then," Will groaned puffing out a big breath that caused the papers on his desk to tremble in a miniature hurricane. "We'll bring him in, but if he's too strung out to function, the deal is off."

Georgie smiled excitedly and bounced around in her kitten heels in a way that caused her boobs to jiggle. Will, never in a million years, however, would have noticed this.

"Any messages from the day?" he asked simply as he packed the last few of the folders, he hadn't managed to get through that day, into his top drawer where they'd greet him first thing tomorrow morning.

Georgie tried not to wince. "Nope. None," she said clinching her teeth and smiling.

"Tell them to me Georgie," Will replied without missing a beat.

Georgie released a breath as if she'd been holding it for an hour. "The sea witch called and said she'd meet you at the Ivy for dinner and mom wants you to call her about you and Melanie," she ground out Melanie's name as if it were the spawn of all that is evil, "meeting her for lunch sometime this week to discuss some plans for your funeral- I mean wedding."

Will looked at her with a contorted face that mingled together disappointment and anger into one single emotion. "I know you're not crazy about Mel but if you don't stop doing that-"

"Doing what?" Georgie asked feigning innocence.

"Calling my fiancée 'the sea witch,'" he replied sternly.

Georgie rolled her eyes again. "I can't believe you're going to-"

"Don't say it Georgie!" Will bellowed. "It's already done. I've asked. She's accepted. You now have to live with that."

"When you marry this chick you forget that she not only becomes your wife- that's a permanent term my friend- but she also becomes my sister-in-law." Georgie was practically stomping around in Will's office as if she were on a tirade. "So don't you see how you marrying the spawn of Satan affects my life?"

Will protested calmly, "She's not the spawn of Satan-"

"But she's no Lizzy either!" Even Georgie was shocked that she'd actually said that aloud. She expected Will to stand up and yell or his eyes to alight with some sort of passionate fire that usually burned with the mention of the infamous name.

None of that happened. The usual fire quickly smoldered and died as he fell back into his million dollar chair and studied her. "That's never going to happen, Georgie. I gave up on that. Why haven't you?"

Georgie shook her head and scowled this time it was her expression mingled with disappointment. "If you really think that's true then go off and make the biggest mistake of your life."

Will stared at her seriously, as she met his gaze with head-on defiance. "Tell Melanie I'll meet her at the Ivy at eight," he muttered then grabbed his date book back out. "And schedule that meeting with Christian for Friday."

Without a word Georgie shot him a stone faced look of pure contempt and slid easily out of the room. She may be his little sister but she still contained some sense of self control.

As she shut the door in her wake Will instinctively checked his clock. 5:15. He'd missed the first fifteen minutes, but he dialed his internet radio to the correct station and laughed his way through the next forty-five minutes…

Just as if he was back in high school again.

Georgie is one of my favorites!! She'll be in the next two chapters as well... just so you know...

I love Capt'n Crunch!

Ok ok so is Will still in love with Lizzy? I know... but do you?