Hey guys! I am back and wriiting austin and ally fanfiction again! it has been so many years but i am excited to get back to it! I am also trying to gather inspiration as I write my own sci-fi book! I hope you enjoy! Here is chapter 1. BTW this is a rewrite of Make Me on my original account StoryandSongwriter101 but i can no longer access that account. Now that I am older I have more experience writing and will be able to provide more meaningful conversations and so you can get a little bit more information. and since i only wrote a 1 chapter. this one is going to be completely different, just same title. this one ill continue to provide more chapters. I dont know how long it will be.
I dont own AUSTIN AND ALLY
Music is playing and the last chorus of what is going to be possibly the latest hit tracks on my new album that finishes vocalizing out of Ally Dawson's mouth. She wipes her face down with a cloth as she listens over the intercom, "That was exceptional Ally! With that talent of yours, you'll be in the Hit List in no time." Ronnie Romone stated. Even though Ally can't see Ronnie's face, she knew that her recording manager was incredibly proud of everything that she has accomplished, and she felt that way towards herself as well.
Ally walked out of the sound booth and into the sound table room where Ronnie, sitting at the sound table and Ally's parents sitting on separate couches. At least they can finally be in the same room, now, Ally thought. "Thank you so much, Ronnie!" Ally thanked as she hugged Ronnie.
"Of course." Ronnie turns towards Ally's parents. "You created a beautiful, talented woman here. We got a star in the making." Ronnie, with a huge smile on his face, practically skips out of the room leaving Ally with her parents.
"You did so well, Ally. We are so proud of you." Ally's parents spoke as they praise their only daughter. Ally can still sense the awkward vibes her parents give off when in the presence of one another.
As Ally leaves the studio and heads to her Hollywood mansion, her mind trails to thinking about her new album almost being complete. Only a few more edits in the audio and the label will be ready for the album cover to be created. In order for that to happen a photo-shoot needs to be booked that the Label completely handles for Ally. Ally doesn't really have to worry about doing that much. She just gets told what, where, and when to do appearances by her manager, Ronnie Ramone. Ally completely puts her faith in Ronnie because he signed with her personally and knows he'd do anything for her.
When Ally arrives at home, she starts up her fireplace and huddles into her leather couch. She looks over to her right to see her bookshelf full of unread books. I forgot all about those. She thought to herself. Ally had ordered over thirty books before she started recording for her new album but got so busy with her music career that she never had time to curl up to a good book. Ally stands up and makes her way to the bookshelf in hopes she can begin a new binge…Might as well start with the first book on the top shelf.
Ally attempts to reach for it but her tiny legs are no match for the twelve-foot bookshelf she had. Who's idea was it to put a giant bookshelf in my house? I'm 5' 2" How did those books even get there?
Ally grabs a chair from her dining room and places it next to the bookshelf. Ally steps on the chair and even then, she wasn't tall enough to reach the book she wanted. Without a second to think, she decides to place her foot on the shelf and grab the edge of the bookshelf to keep balanced. She comes to instantly regret that decision as the bookshelf wasn't bolted to the wall properly. Ally lets go of the bookshelf and as she falls, hit her face on the side of the shelf. Upon impact of landing back on the ground, she hits her head against the floor causing her to become a little dazed. She opens her eyes and notices a dark shadow appearing atop of her, the bookshelf was falling down towards her. As it swayed back and forth, Ally prayed it wouldn't topple over and crush her, killing her instantly. Please don't fall… But it was indeed, falling. Ally rolls out of the way just in time as the bookshelf comes crashing down.
"What the fuck is going on?" Trish rushes into the living room worried about what that loud crashing was.
Trish is Ally's Latina best friend. They graduated high school and are still inseparable till this day. Trish is someone who Ally can always count on to be there for her.
Once Trish realized Ally on the ground and a rush of concern washes over her face. "Ally, oh my, God! Are you okay? Did this bookshelf fall on you?"
"Yeah. And yes." Ally laughs.
"Why are you laughing, you could have died!"
"This was completely my fault." Ally tries to explain as Trish furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "I was trying to get a book from the top shelf because I hadn't read any of them yet and I was way too short to grab the book on the top shelf and decided to climb it like and latter…and…"
Both girls just start busting out laughing over the whole situation. "No one said you weren't unique. But seriously, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, minus the headache. Now, that you mention it, my face kind of hurts. I think I might have hit it."
Trish giggles sympathetically, "Girl, you have a black eye."
"What?!" Ally yells in shock as she jumps off the floor.
"Totally! I have been watching it form for the past 5 minutes." Trish laughs.
"This isn't funny, Trish!" Ally says as she runs to the first mirror she sees. She examines her eye and minces at the pain she feels when she touched it. "You're right, and it looks nasty! I can NOT go into public looking like this!"
"A big ole pair of sunglasses will hide that sucker."
"Oh, yeah. I'll just stroll into my photo-shoot wearing God damn sunglasses. How fucking classy?" Ally spoke angrily and sarcastically.
"Well, you can always push the photo-shoot back." Trish added.
"Push it back? PUSH IT BACK? My fans have waited long enough for this album since it was announced. They shouldn't have to wait any longer just because I'm a dumbass and decided to climb an unstable bookcase. If I wait any longer, I won't have any fans left to listen to it."
"I get it, but it's not like you're going to have to wait ten years, a few weeks at most. You'll be able to finish getting things in order. Give yourself some time to heal your eye and relax. Write some new songs even. When was the last time you did that?"
Trish knew Ally hasn't written anything since she finished writing for her upcoming album. She never felt the inspiration striking like it used to and found herself picking up the pen less and less every day. But when she was inspired, she drove that inspiration to the very end until she burnt her tires out. Trish worries Ally worked too hard on this album and that she wouldn't write for a while.
"Honestly, I don't know. There isn't much that inspires me these days."
"Maybe try writing for yourself for once."
"What do you mean, I only write music for myself."
"That's not what I meant, Ally. You're always writing lyrics expecting the world to hear it. Try writing a song for you, for once."
Ally heard what Trish meant and agreed that, maybe that's what she needed to hear.
"Now about this whole eye situation…." Ally starts.
"What about it?" Trish asks.
Ally takes a deep breath and exhales, "How long until my eye is completely healed?"
"It took two weeks for me when I got a baseball to the eye in junior high."
Ally laughs, "I remember that. It was –." Ally pauses when she realizes, "Wait, two weeks!" Ally squeals. "You're saying I can't go into public for –."
"Ally shut up! It's not the end of the fucking world!"
"Ugh, whatever. I guess I'll have to cover it up with makeup and be square."
"Whatever floats your boat." Trish says.
ALLY'S POV
I wake up and look at the clock, 8:09am. "Ugh, day one with a black eye in public." I say to myself. I look out my window to see my gorgeous backyard. When I got this record deal and earned enough money to buy my own house, I never thought I'd be able to afford a 1.2 Million Dollar mansion. I know that it isn't the most expensive house or nearly as nice as the multi-million dollar houses in LA, but I'd say I'm fairly proud of myself for what I have accomplished in the couple years I've lived here.
Suddenly, my thoughts are abruptly interrupted when my phone starts ringing. I pick up my phone and see that it's Ronnie. Uh, hello?"
"Hey Ally. I'm sorry it's early for you but have a surprise meeting."
"A surprise what-now?"
"I know. Honestly this was completely my fault for forgetting to tell you about this but instead of explain it all over the phone, it would be a lot faster if you were just…you know. Here."
"Ugh, okay. I'll be over as soon as I can." I hang up the phone and decide to change into clothes. I decide all black will work considering I'm going to want to be doing as little as much interaction with the public as I can for the next two weeks.
I throw on my Louis Vuitton sunglasses and jump in my red Ferrari 458 Italia before anyone can see my and my ugly eye.
I arrive at Ramone Records and quickly run in through the private entrance. Celebrities don't always use the private entry but they do when they really don't want people to spot them. It's a true blessing, I believe. When I get inside the building I am greeted by the secretary that works at the front desk. "Hey Ally! How are you today?"
"I know you mean well Twyla but in case you didn't notice, I'm wearing all black. Do you know what that means?"
"It means that you're incognito."
"That's right. So please, for the love of God, stop interacting with me!"
I know that might have been a little harsh but my face met a not so pleasant bookcase last night causing my face to pulsate uncontrollably while also having the migraine of the century so sue me for not kissing everyone's ass.
I walk up to the regular meeting room and I am firstly greeted by Ronnie. "Hey Ally. So glad you're finally here."
"Yeah, and why is that?"
"Take off your sunglasses, Ally." Ronnie says. "You're inside the building now; no one is going to see you."
"Yeah, about that." I take the sunglasses off revealing my disgusting black eye. I see Ronnie's face go from happy to shocked.
"Dear Lord, what happened, did someone do this to you? Are you alright? Was it a man, because if it was I'll-!"
"Ronnie, chill! No one did this to me, I did this to me." I explain. Ronnie now just looks really confused. "I was dumb and a bookshelf fell on me last night."
"Oh, no besides the black eye, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Ah, I guess we are going to have to reschedule the album's photo-shoot till you are all healed up."
"That's what I was afraid of happening."
"There's nothing we can do. We don't want to over-work you."
"Fine. Anyways, why did you ask me here at," I look down at my phone to look at the time. "9:04am"
"Oh, yeah. I have big news."
"You have big news that you just so happened to forget to run by me."
"Yeah..you're going to be writing a new single with another artist from another label."
"What? Why?"
"Because, when I spoke with all the staff and your team and they all decided this would be a huge boost for you."
"What about my new album being released? That will give me plenty of recognition. Not if you pair me with another person. What happens when all eye are on the other person?"
"Trust me, Ally." Ronnie smiles. "All eyes on the BOTH of you. It will be great publicity, considering…"
"Considering what?"
"Well, they are a lot of other artists on this label that have worked just as hard as you have releasing albums. You are going to need as much Spotlight as you can."
"And how is pairing up with someone else going to do that?"
Ronnie smiles, "He's in there."
"He?"
"Yup."
Well, if I get to write with a guy, this might not be as bad as I think it will be.
I put my sunglasses back on and open the door to the next room to see a blonde haired guy in a leather jacket sitting on the couch in the corner scrolling through his phone, possibly using social media. He stands up and that's when I notice who I am actually looking at.
"Austin Moon?" I spat.
"Oh, I see you already know me." He says as he looks down instead of looking at my face.
"What are you looking at?"
"You, sexy thang!" Austin smirked.
"Excuse me?" What did he just call me?
"You heard me?" He winks.
"I know you might be incapable of this but try to keep you dick IN your pants and be professional. Our label only wants us to write songs because we are both in the same boat."
"And what boat may that be?" He grins.
"As much as we'd both rather admit it but our careers are sinking and the only way for us to rise back up to fame individually is to do it together."
"You have a point, shorty."
"Don't call me that."
"Hey shorty, why are you wearing sunglasses inside?"
"None of your business, blondie." I turn away from him.
"I bet there's a black eye under there." He jumps around me, curious as he looks through my sunglasses.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"Obvious, really. I thought either you were a prissy bitch who hides behind her tinted frames or you were concealing a black eye. I simply went with the second option. First option is still possible." Austin laughs.
"Ugh, whatever. So, when do you want to start writing this song?" I ask.
"I guess I can do tomorrow after lunch at my place."
"Great, here's my number so you can text me your house address."
After we exchange information I head back home before anyone spots me.