Isabella drummed her fingers on the table then tilted her head and
brushed the chestnut strands away from her face. She'd been listing to the
different ideas of these buffoons for the past hour, and no one had had any
interesting video treatment yet.
"Sí, sí," she nodded shortly as male in front of her finished. "Sí, we will get back to you."
The hopeful director looked at her for a moment then nodded, said his farewells, and walked out the door.
"Matteo!" She exploded once the man was out of the room, her Italian accent very thick. "What was that?! I told you, I did not want to do a cute return single! This single must be big. None of those idiots even had a remote clue what it must be!"
She leaned back angrily against the table. It'd been over three years since she'd released her last single, but that had also been with her male counter part, Paolo Valisari. But, things were very different now, Paolo had betrayed her and tried to embarrass her in front of the whole world, but instead, his plan had backfired when Isabella had learned of the plan and come back just in time to foil his scheme. Now, her solo CD was finished, and it was time for her first video. No one she had seen yet even seemed to remotely grasp what this video needed to be. That it need to show everyone Paolo was a thing of the past and she was stronger without him.
"I want a video that will be brilliant, that will catch everyone's attention," she explained, staring down at the man across from her. Matteo had also been her agent when she was with Paolo, now that she was his only client, she wanted to make sure that it was clear no man would ever cross her again.
"Sí, sí, sí," he nodded. "I understand, I really do. We have one more meeting today, meet with her, and if you don't like her idea, we will write you a treatment and get a director to pick it up. Will that work?"
She didn't answer, instead, she flipped her hair over her shoulders, sat down in the chair and adjusted the green skirt. "This had better be good," she threatened.
Matteo stood up and walked out of the room, he was gone a few moments then reentered, followed by a woman in her early thirties. She smiled to Isabella who scrunched her face into a smile and nodded curtly. The woman took her place at the head of the table, and looked at her audience of two.
"Hello my name is Serena- "
Isabella rolled her eyes and moved so she was more comfortable in her chair, she was preparing to tune the woman out when suddenly Serena pulled out a picture of a sporty red car.
"And throughout the video, she's going to be chased by this guy, and she's never going to fully let him catch her but she's going to take him through all these stunts to see if he can keep up. For the final chorus she'll be on top of a cliff, and she'll stop the car get out and basically tell him that she doesn't need him or anyone," Serena concluded, looking from Matteo who was watching Isabella who was leaning up intently.
"So, we have a big budget, no?" she asked, Matteo.
"Sí."
"What kind of stunts are you thinking?" she asked, turning her attention back to Serena.
"Well.the car chase, obviously. In my plans, I see you parachuting out of a plane, landing in the car, and high speed chase. There is also room for a lot of physical activities, especially gymnastic stunts, very acrobatic."
Matteo folded his hands and put them upon the table. "Sí, we will get back to yo-"
"Did I ask you to speak?" Isabella interrupted, tilting her head. She stared defiantly at him, then nodded towards the door. "We need to talk."
Matteo raised his eyebrows then stood up and walked out the door followed by Isabella.
"I want this one," she stated, crossing her arms.
"You are joking, no?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Isabella snipped. "I am not joking, I want to do this one. But I will not do the stunts."
Matteo stared at her for a moment. "Isabella, this video is nothing but stunts, you just want to sing?"
"I will do the close-ups, I will drive the car, I will sing, but we can find someone else to do the stunts."
Matteo sighed, he knew this tone all to well, it meant that she would do nothing until she got her way, exactly like she wanted it. "Sí, I will tell her." He retreated back into the room.
Isabella smiled, things were starting to look up.
***
"Sí, sí," she nodded shortly as male in front of her finished. "Sí, we will get back to you."
The hopeful director looked at her for a moment then nodded, said his farewells, and walked out the door.
"Matteo!" She exploded once the man was out of the room, her Italian accent very thick. "What was that?! I told you, I did not want to do a cute return single! This single must be big. None of those idiots even had a remote clue what it must be!"
She leaned back angrily against the table. It'd been over three years since she'd released her last single, but that had also been with her male counter part, Paolo Valisari. But, things were very different now, Paolo had betrayed her and tried to embarrass her in front of the whole world, but instead, his plan had backfired when Isabella had learned of the plan and come back just in time to foil his scheme. Now, her solo CD was finished, and it was time for her first video. No one she had seen yet even seemed to remotely grasp what this video needed to be. That it need to show everyone Paolo was a thing of the past and she was stronger without him.
"I want a video that will be brilliant, that will catch everyone's attention," she explained, staring down at the man across from her. Matteo had also been her agent when she was with Paolo, now that she was his only client, she wanted to make sure that it was clear no man would ever cross her again.
"Sí, sí, sí," he nodded. "I understand, I really do. We have one more meeting today, meet with her, and if you don't like her idea, we will write you a treatment and get a director to pick it up. Will that work?"
She didn't answer, instead, she flipped her hair over her shoulders, sat down in the chair and adjusted the green skirt. "This had better be good," she threatened.
Matteo stood up and walked out of the room, he was gone a few moments then reentered, followed by a woman in her early thirties. She smiled to Isabella who scrunched her face into a smile and nodded curtly. The woman took her place at the head of the table, and looked at her audience of two.
"Hello my name is Serena- "
Isabella rolled her eyes and moved so she was more comfortable in her chair, she was preparing to tune the woman out when suddenly Serena pulled out a picture of a sporty red car.
"And throughout the video, she's going to be chased by this guy, and she's never going to fully let him catch her but she's going to take him through all these stunts to see if he can keep up. For the final chorus she'll be on top of a cliff, and she'll stop the car get out and basically tell him that she doesn't need him or anyone," Serena concluded, looking from Matteo who was watching Isabella who was leaning up intently.
"So, we have a big budget, no?" she asked, Matteo.
"Sí."
"What kind of stunts are you thinking?" she asked, turning her attention back to Serena.
"Well.the car chase, obviously. In my plans, I see you parachuting out of a plane, landing in the car, and high speed chase. There is also room for a lot of physical activities, especially gymnastic stunts, very acrobatic."
Matteo folded his hands and put them upon the table. "Sí, we will get back to yo-"
"Did I ask you to speak?" Isabella interrupted, tilting her head. She stared defiantly at him, then nodded towards the door. "We need to talk."
Matteo raised his eyebrows then stood up and walked out the door followed by Isabella.
"I want this one," she stated, crossing her arms.
"You are joking, no?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Isabella snipped. "I am not joking, I want to do this one. But I will not do the stunts."
Matteo stared at her for a moment. "Isabella, this video is nothing but stunts, you just want to sing?"
"I will do the close-ups, I will drive the car, I will sing, but we can find someone else to do the stunts."
Matteo sighed, he knew this tone all to well, it meant that she would do nothing until she got her way, exactly like she wanted it. "Sí, I will tell her." He retreated back into the room.
Isabella smiled, things were starting to look up.
***