Chapter 12
Shane stared at me and I at him. This was our song. We were recording it to go on Connect 3's new album, and not to mention mine. It was going to be released around Christmas. It did not seem real. The song we both knew by heart finished and Cait came on the intercom.
"That was amazing."
"I don't think you need to record that again, it was perfect." The professional producer Eric said. We didn't need to waste time recording the instrumental because Cait had her copy of the original mix. So they decided to re-vamp it a bit. We went outside whilst they were messing around with it. Shane and I sat down on the white leather sofas.
"You were incredible. No wonder it was finished in one take." Shane told me.
"You were better than me."
"No, you were better."
"Ok, stop, this is going to turn into a 'No, you hang up' style conversation."
"Oh great, we're at that stage."
"I hope we move on from it. I don't want to sound like one of those annoying girls on TV."
"I know what you mean. Some of them are fans." He shuddered. "Brings back bad memories."
"Well, we should make good memories to replace those bad memories."
"What do you have in mind Miss Torres?"
"Hmm, something like this." I sat on his lap and pressed my lips to his. I wasn't going to do that much more than that with him because we were in a public place, and I didn't want a repeat of earlier. My lips still tingled when he kissed me. I broke away and leant my head onto his chest.
"Ok, that's one bad memory replaced, want to replace another?"
"Not right now, I want to ask you something."
"Alright, shoot."
"I'm having trouble with one of my songs. Can you help me?"
"I'll try."
"Great, so I have the first verse and the chorus so far." I hesitated after that.
"Well, let me hear it then."
"I need a guitar."
"Ok, hang on." He picked my up bridal style, effortlessly, and placed me back, to lie on the sofa before heading towards a storage closet. He pulled a guitar out and headed back to me. He moved my legs onto the floor and sat on the other side of the sofa, then handed me the guitar.
"Ok, here goes."
I am temperamental,
Like a heart without a home.
I am sentimental,
But you don't know me at all.
I have expectations,
I wanna be the one you call.
And I want a conversation,
But you don't know me at all.
Hold on tight,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Close your eyes,
I am, I am, I am.
I'll blow your mind,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Why do I have to explain,
Who I am again and again?
I am.
"That's really good Mitch."
"Thanks."
"Ok, how about: I know what you're thinking, I can tell what you're waiting for."
"That's good." I sang the lines. "And then: but I think that you're pretending, but you don't know me at all."
"It's really good, maybe a bridge, the chorus, a third verse and then the chorus."
"Twice I think."
"Ok, I have an idea for the bridge: If you knew me at all, you'd take my picture, and you'd hang it on your wall."
"Why would they hang a picture of me on their wall?"
"Because you're going to be a star and should get their claim to fame now."
"Right, well I think I have the last verse." I sang it from the beginning adding in the bits Shane and I wrote. I then started the chorus for the second time.
Hold on tight,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Close your eyes,
I am, I am, I am.
I'll blow your mind,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Why do I have to explain,
Who I am again and again?
I am.
I didn't know that you've been wanting me.
Oh how's a girl supposed to know?
Just when you think that it's all tragedy,
Don't worry baby I'll go slow
Hold on tight,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Close your eyes,
I am, I am, I am.
I'll blow your mind,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Why do I have to explain,
Who I am again and again?
I am.
Hold on tight,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Close your eyes,
I am, I am, I am.
I'll blow your mind,
I am,
I'm a revolution.
Why do I have to explain,
Who I am again and again?
I am.
"Now that is perfect. The chord sequences in it are good and the lyrics are amazing, a lot of people will relate to them."
"It's about people not understanding me."
"Yeah, well it's true: you are a revolution." I giggled and shoved him playfully.
"The last verse is about you and me. Like, I thought things wouldn't go back to normal after Beach Jam. I also didn't know that you liked me until you asked me out. You aren't a very readable person."
"Years of practice, best not to let people know things you don't want them to know in this business."
"Speaking of things you don't want to tell people, we have a conversation to finish."
"We do?"
"Yes, we do."
"What was it about?"
"My blushing, among other stuff."
"Oh yeah, that conversation. We'll talk about it later, okay?" my mom and I were staying at Shane's apartment. He had two guest rooms. It was his way of helping us, as if he wasn't helping me enough. He knew we didn't have that much money and New York hotels cost a hell of a lot. I think he also did it to be around me, and I was definitely not complaining.
"You said we would talk about it."
"And we will. I just don't want to talk about it here; we don't want people jumping to conclusions. Do you want me to promise?"
"No, I know you'll tell me." I moved closer to him.
"I love you." He said.
"Why do you love me?"
"Because I do. You make me laugh. I smile whenever I see you. You have little quirks that I love," I bit my lip. "Like that. I always think of you. I write really good songs thanks to you. I feel as if I'll spend my whole life with you. I can see myself spending my whole life with you. I don't think I'd be able to go on without you. I dream of you. I feel completely comfortable around you. I don't feel like I can go wrong with you. And no matter how annoying it is, I love being able to tell you to stop being insecure because I love you."
"I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel."
"See, it's time like this that you make me feel guilty for not saying it back. I just wish I could work out my damn feelings."
"I know, I understand you. I realise It's hard for you like this because you've never been confident in yourself and don't really know how to put across your feelings because you haven't needed to really." I pressed my lips to his.
"You're perfect Shane." I whispered to him.
"I'm not, far from it actually. You're the one that's perfect Mitch." I breathed in Shane's scent again. The smell of coffee was less pungent than it was earlier. There was a new smell, but I couldn't tell what it was. I'd smelt it before, a lot of times but I just couldn't place it. We weren't kissing any more, just enjoying time in each others arms. I smiled at him and he beamed back at me. I couldn't remember a time when I'd seen him anymore happy. I traced his lips with my fingers before doing the same to his face. I memorised every line and every contour.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a humorous tone.
"Making sure I know you off by heart." He stroked my cheek.
"I love your cheekbones."
"They're not exactly high."
"No, but they look it when you smile that glorious smile of yours."
"My smile isn't that great."
"Oh, but It is. When you smile you use your whole mouth. You don't do some sort of silly half smile; you give a fully blown smile."
"We're done for the day, so you can go." One of the corporate guys, whose name was James, told us, after he had come out of the recording studio.
"Thanks James." Shane said.
"Now we have to find mom, do you have any idea where she is?"
"No, the last time I saw her was outside the recording studio before we recorded This is Me."
"I'll call her." I took my phone out of the pocket in my jeans and dialled my mom's number. "Hey mom, where are you?"
"At the reception area waiting for you to be finished recording."
"Ok, well we're done so we can go to Shane's now. We'll meet you downstairs."
"Ok sweetie, see you in a few minutes."
"Bye." I hung up. Shane headed downstairs after I told him where my mom was.
"Oh my God, your apartment is huge. I know you told me it was big, I didn't realise you meant this big though." I said after Shane had given mom and me a tour of his apartment.
"Yeah, it's quite large." He said as if he was embarrassed and put his hand to the back of his head.
"Seriously, it's amazing. What makes it better is that the furniture is completely you and not all modern and uncomfortable. I love it."
"It's not bad. I would prefer to have a town house with two or three floors and a fire."
"Is that your dream home?"
"Yeah, I used to want something like this, but now I have it, I just want something simple and normal."
"I'm going to go call your father Mitchie."
"Ok mom." She headed towards the room Shane had told her she was staying in, leaving Shane and I alone.
"I wish you could live with me, this place is so cold and lonely."
"Did you just ask me to move in with you?"
"I wasn't trying to say that. I'd love for you to move in, but we've only been together for a week, and we're both so young, and you're still in school." I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that I didn't want to move in with him, but it did feel like we were taking things too quickly. We were talking about spending the rest of our lives with each other and having children.
"Shane?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we're taking things too fast. I mean we keep bringing things up like this as if we've been together for years. I love that we can talk about it and not have things get all weird but its scary talking about these things."
"I'm sorry, I should have realise I was taking things too far."
"No, it's not your fault, it's no ones fault. But this is all such new territory to me. Months ago a guy wouldn't look at me, now you're talking to me about a huge future with me. It's so overwhelming. I just don't know what to do; I don't want to mess up our relationship." I looked at him pleadingly.
"You've done anything but that. You're being so honest with me. Most girls would just distance themselves when they feel like that. And no matter how slowly you want to take it, I'll stick around." I hugged him as if life depended on it whilst tracing his back. He chuckled.
"That's kind of ticklish." I then began to tickle him.
"Mitchie," he said in-between breathing and laughing, "get," another laugh, "off."
"I don't think I will." I continued to tickle him until he captured my lips with his. I wasn't able to tickle him after that because he had caught me off-guard and I was in shock. He pulled away.
"I knew that would work." Even after kissing him, or him kissing me, so many times, my lips still tingled from his touch. My mom came back into the room and said she was going to cook dinner. Shane and I helped, though Shane wasn't much help as he could cook as well as a fish can breathe out of water.
We sat watching the TV in Shane's living room when Hot Tunes came on.
Shane Gray single no longer.
"What?" we both sat up straight.
Recent events have lead us to believe that Shane Gray, front man of Connect 3, is taken. After a special performance for Hot Tunes on Monday of Connect 3's new song Play My Music, in which he had a girl's name written on his hands, we here at Hot Tunes have been trying to find any leads we could on Mr Gray's possible leading lady. Today the Connect 3 jet travelled up to Boston with Mr Gray on it. He was spotted coming back to the airport hand in hand with a girl with long brown hair.
A picture of Shane and I walking from the limo to the airport was shown.
Then photographers got a picture of this:
They then showed a picture of Shane and I's embrace after he had gotten his coffee.
"They took a picture of it."
"I thought they'd gone."
"Shane, I look like a slut." My mom shot daggers at me. "I mean a girl that does that with tonnes of different people?"
"That's better." My mom said.
They were both then seen walking out of JFK earlier this afternoon. My Gray had his arm around this unknown girl and she had her hand hold his in place. One of our sources tells us that she went on to tell him that he was ' an amazing boyfriend' before he kissed her on the forehead. Before the door closed on the blacked out limo someone was heard shouting the name Mitchie, the same name Mr Gray had on his hands. Things seem serious for this pairing, sorry girls, if we're right about this girls name, we're guessing Smitchie is here to stay.
"They aren't even sure of my name but they've already labelled us with a couple name, like Brangelina."
"I'm going to be hounded now."
"I think Smitchie is sweet." My mom said.
"It not the name I have a problem with, it's the fact that they aren't even sure if we're a couple but are still labelling us. Shane, what are we going to do now?"
"I guess we could like set up an interview with someone. A magazine maybe, but only one, and it has to be one we really trust."
"Okay, um, how about Refresh?They are supposed to only print what the interviewee has said."
"Uh, I suppose. I'll get my manager to set up an interview with them."
"Ok, but don't forget to tell me all the details."
AN: Right, so I have actually started writing new stuff for this, finally! Also, I realise I'm a bit late in asking this, but please nominate me in the OCRAs; it doesn't have to be this, because I know this sucks. Please just nominate me, although the voting starts tomorrow, so I'm late. R&R