Eight
I woke up at five and rolled out of bed. I hated myself for not leaving the party last night earlier, but oh well. I jumped in the shower and tried to use the warm water to wake my still sleeping form into consciousness. It worked… sort of…
When I'd finished, I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen and got myself a bowl of Coco puffs and an apple. I quickly ate them both and went back up to my bathroom to put on some makeup. After putting sunscreen on my face, I added a small bit of gold eye shadow. I quickly decided that I was going to leave my glasses on for the day, I was too tired to put my contacts in anyway. I walked into my closet and pulled on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a white tee shirt. I was cold so I pulled on a plaid flannel shirt and some brown skinny boots. I pulled a hand through my wavy wet hair and decided to leave it. I grabbed a big brown bag and dumped my PDM, PDA, phone, and some other stuff. I wrote a note and left it on the counter after grabbing another apple because I was hungry.
My glasses tinted themselves as I walked into the sun to get to my car. I must say I loved California sun. After climbing in and turning on Sirius Hits 1 to see what was going on in the music countdown world. Pulling out of the driveway, I started to sing along to the radio. It took me twenty minuets to get to MTV studios. I hated traffic, so I wasn't in the best mood as I got into the office.
"Christina! Great to see you, here's a notebook, head into studio D. band's name is Gym Class Heroes, have fun, you've got about a half hour." Nenny said in one breath.
I laughed a little and said "Sounds good, I'll be back in thirty." And with that I walked to studio D. It was a normal sized studio, but all four of the guys in it filled it well. "Hey guys, I'm Chris, I guess Nenny has got me uber busy today, so let's here what you've got. Okay?"
"Yeah sounds good, thanks so much for doing this for us." One of the big, scary looking guys said in a sincere voice.
"No problem, it's great that you guys wanted to come over this early. I know if I had the choice this wouldn't be the time I'd see people. I'd still be in bed." I said with a laugh.
"Um… sorry if this is a stupid question, but how old are you exactly? It's just you look kind of young to be… how did those guys say it? 'the best in the business'" another one of the guys said.
"No, not at all, it's true. I'm fifteen, but I've been doing this since I was two, so I'm pretty good at this." I said with a smile.
"Fifteen! Holy shit, how'd you even get here?" he said incredulously.
"I drove like a normal person would… not that it matters, but I know what I'm doing. I know my way around a studio better than most of the other people who work here, and just in case you were wondering, yes I do really work here." I said getting irritated that these guys weren't taking me seriously. "Now are you going to play some music, or am I going to have to leave here and tell Fox that I wasn't taken seriously, so it's his problem?"
"Fine, fine, sorry. Let's get to work." He said back to me obviously unnerved by the fact that I did seem to know what I was doing. They went into the booth, and I started fiddling with the sound board. Once I had it set up, which didn't take me long, I gave them a thumbs u and they started to play. While they did I fiddled with the dials in front of me and took notes. I wrote down different things like how to change their sound, how to get them out in the public eye, and different possible producers that could help them.
Once the finished, they came back in and sat down. I kept writing until I was finished and then started asking the questions. I wasn't giving them easy ones either. I asked them everything from why they wanted to leave there old label, why they wanted to come to ours, and the big one: what were they willing to do to get their name out there again. They seemed a bit uncomfortable with how serious I was, so I think they were relived when Gus, one of the people who got paid to do what I had been doing came in and said, "Chris, Nenny says that you need to get over to Hollywood to make music magic with some guys, so go before she comes and tells you to turn that damn PDA back on."
"Sounds good, here's what these guys need, tell Daddy that I give them an okay, and that they are really good to work with." I turned to the guys and said "It was nice meeting you, sorry if I seemed a bit like a you know what, but my dad's business means a lot to me too, and I only want the best here. Bye." Before I turned around I saw the surprised looks on all of their faces.
As I walked out the door I heard the one that had been giving me a hard time, Matt I think his name was, all but shout "That's Fox Reed's Daughter! Aw crap we really messed up this time." I smiled to myself as I walked out the front doors while waving to Neeny, yes they had messed up; you never know who your talking to unless you ask for the full story. They hadn't asked, so I hadn't told. It's that simple.
