"How do you like me now? Now that i'm on my way! You still think i'm crazy, standin here today. I couldn't make you love me but i always dreamed about, living in your radio. How do you like me now?" -Toby Keith
Alfred ran into the house, hair wild and eyes bright. "MATTIE! COME QUICK!" he called. The Canadian ran over, looking panicked. "What? What is it Al?" he called, suddenly looking confused. "Whats up Alfred?" he asked, cautiously. "I'M GETTING SIGNED!" he cried, glomping his brother. It took Matthew a moment to comprehend what his brother said before jumping up and down with him, laughing excitedly. "Thats great Alfred! I'm so happy for you!" he said, hugging Alfred. The twins chatted happily about the details of it.
"So you think i should call him?" Alfred asked, holding up the card after they had finished celebrating. Matthew grinned and took the card from him. "Yeah, deffinatly. It's your big break Al!" he said, handing the card back. Alfred looked at the card before smiling. "Alright. I'll do it." he said, dialing the number on his phone. He smiled lightly as the phone rang. It was answered by an icy voice on the other end of the phone.
"How may i help you?" the voice asked cooly. Alfred cringed. "Umm i was given a card by Mister...Braginsk? I was told to call when i made my desicion?" he said hesitantly. "Big brother offered to sign you? He did not tell me this!" the voice said, sounding shocked. Alfred winced as she started yelling at someone in Russian, presumably Ivan. He waited a moment before someone started talking to him again.
"Ah Alfred! It is good to hear from you, da?" he asked, sounding slightly anxious and breathless. Alfred chewed on his lip. "Um Yeah. So about being signed. Is that still gonna happen or..." he said, trailing off nervously. Ivan laughed, almost evily. "No no my friend. You will be a star! And you will help me in my conquest to dominate the charts! Your voice...I can not understand why anyone would turn you away! It is passionate and deep. You will have all of the girls after you!" he said enthuasticly. "We must meet. What day is good for you?" the Russian man asked eagerly. "Umm any day this week?" Alfred, said eye brow raised.
Ivan let out a happy squeal. "Good! Tomorrow then! Get a pencil, you must write down this address." he said animatedly. Alfred quickly grabbed a peice of paper and a pencil and write the address down, word for word. He hung up shortly after, expressionless. Matthew sat across from him, chewing on his lip. "Well?" the quiet Canadian asked. Alfred broke out in the biggest grin he had seen his brother wear sense Arthur left. "I'm gonna be a rock star."
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Alfred dragged Matthew with him to the place where he was supposed to meet Ivan for the meeting. He looked up at the tall building, jaw dropping. Star Struck Records was huge! The twins gripped each others hands tightly as they entered the building, dressed in their best clothes. They entered the building to see a beautiful woman with very very large breasts sitting behind the desk. She spotted them and began to freak out.
"Oh! You must be Alfred! I was told that you would be arriving today!" she exclaimed, hugging the twins. They both blushed as her humungous breasts were squished against their faces. "Come come! Ivan is expecting you!" she said happily, dragging them along the many halls and elevators. They finally reached a small office looking place where another woman sat behind a desk, going through papers. She had long blond hair with a bow tied in the top. She looked up at them with cold eyes and pressed a button on her desk.
When she spoke Alfred realized that it was the girl he had spoken to on the phone. That icy voice was unmistakable. "Big Brother. Your...guest is here." she said, eyeing the twins with distaste. "Good! Send him in Natylia!" Ivan cried as Alfred was pushed in by the large chested woman. The other girl, Natylia, pointed to a waiting chair in the corner of the room. Matthew blushed and sat down, trying to blend in with the black and white wall paper.
Alfred entered the room, chewing on his lip nervously. Ivan sat behind a desk, beaming. There was two Italian boys on either side of him, their faces like the mask of theatrics. One was bright and cheerful looking, the other mean and spiteful. Ivan greeted him with a hello and a bow. "Good day Alfred! Sit sit! We have much to discuss!" he said, smiling at Alfred with a certian Childish cruelty. He sat down in a stiff backed chair in front of the desk, fiddling with the hem of his favourite jacket nervously.
Ivan began to explain what would happen. It took several hours. They discussed every single detail of Alfreds upcoming career. How much he would make, how often he had to record, what he would record, the works. It was late afternoon by the time they finished talking about everything. "Alright! This went very well, da? I shall treat you to lunch!" Ivan said brightly. Alfred smiled and nodded. "Oh! I brought my twin. Can he come too?" he asked nervously. Ivan nodded eagerly. "The more the merrier!" the large Russian exclaimed, standing up. The Italian twins flanked his sides as he walked, all three in perfect unison. Alfred followed them in complete awe.
Matthew was sleeping in the chair but bolted upright when Ivan exited the room. Alfred ran over to him, grinning. "Mattie! It's a done deal! I'm gonna be a star!" he said, grinning happily. Ivan laughed throatily, amused by Alfred eagerness. "Come, Lunch is on me! To Alfred and his new found stardom!" he said, beaming.
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A week passed and Alfred was in the recodring studion ever single day. And when he wasn't in there he was at vocal practice. His voice had to be perfect for his first release. He had to impress everyone so he would sell more than one album. He went home spent every night, passing out as soon as he hit the bed. Matthew was worried but Alfred refused to back off. Not only was his pride at stake but Arthur worked for these people as well. "Maybe if i get big enough Arthur will want to be seen with me again." the American said to his brother before going to sleep one night.
Alfred had a bunch of people helping to make him perfect. Ivan was his manager and made sure everythign ran smoothly. Feliciano, the happy twin, was his vocal instructor and he had a harsh regimine. "all to make you better Mister Jones!" was what the Italian man would say when Alfred started getting tired and sore. His brother, the angry one, was his dance instructor. He was even harsher than his brother. He had to learn a duet, although he wasn't sure why, and a dance to go with it so the brothers kicked his ass daily to get it right. Lastly there was Eduard. He ran everything in general. He made sure Alfred got to where he was supposed to be on time, planned all of his breaks, got him a new apartment in a classier area, and compleatly changed his wardrobe (minus Alfred's signature jacket).
The single was released the next day. It got over a million hits on i-tunes after being played on a popular radio station once. In the blink of an eye, everyone knew Alfred's name. Over the course of the next week he shot up the charts. Alfred had finally acheived his goal. After years of hard work he was finally seeing results.
Ivan clapped Alfred on the back after a recording session one day in the next week. He seemed extreemly excited about something. Feliciano seemed equally excited. "Alfred! Our boss, the man who owns Star Struck Records, want YOU to be the opening act for the Broken Hearts club's concert in L.A.! You get to play before one of the most popular gropus in the world! Congratulations!" he said, hugging Alfred in delight.
He had to sit down. Open? For Arthur's band? So soon? It was so wonderful and confusing to him. He never expected for this to happen so quickly but the people at Star Struck Records were experts and moving fast to make things happen was their job. He ran a hand through his hair before standing up and cheering. "I'm king of the world!"
Woot, chapter six -waves little flag around-
I think this is my favourite chapter posted. My favourite one written is chapter eight which should be up later.
Yes, a country song. I like it and it really does fit the chapter so yeah -w-
