Ally

The moment I get in my car, I grab my phone from my pocket and dial my best friend, Trish. She's the only person in the entire world I can talk to and won't judge me for anything. And, she's also great for when I need to vent.

"Trish, I need a friendervention, now."

"You need a what-now?" I give Trish an eye roll but I know she can't see my face since I'm talking to her over the phone. "What drugs are you taking?"

"Trish, Im not on drugs." But I'm about to be if this partnership fucks up my career!

"What other use is there than an intervention?"

"Trish, I didn't say intervention, I said, friend-ervention." I say putting emphasis on the word friend. "And, there are a lot more reasons to host an intervention for someone. Anyway, we are getting off topic. I need to see you in person, meet me at the Garden LaVarz right now."

"Wow, you really are going the extra mile to stay hidden from the public eye. Only high-profile celebrities go there to meet people and have conversations others won't hear about. Do you really think people are going to care whether or not you have a black eye?" The silence I give her was the only answer she needed. "I'm on my way."

Once I arrive at the Garden LaVarz I head to my specific meeting area and I take a seat on the stone bench. While I sit and wait for Trish, I look around, thankful there's no one here today. It is Hollywood for that a handful of people know about this place as a meeting spot. It's a small public park. I take in the scenery of the precisely trimmed hedges along with the colourful flowers of red, orange, and pinks planted along the stone paths. It would be a perfect day if I wasn't forced to work with an egotistic womanizer.

I hear footsteps inching their way towards me when I look up and see, "Trish!"

"The one and only." She puts her hands flat under her chin to simulate adorableness. "I got here as fast as I could." Trish takes a seat next to me on the bench. "What's the emergency that you had to host a friendervention at the Garden LaVarz?"

I grab her by her shoulders with bulgy eyes, "My career is over!"

Trish scoffs, "What are you talking about? You're becoming one of the biggest names in the music industry."

"No, no I'm not! That's what they want me to think, I know it!" I stand up and start pacing back and forth.

"Where is this coming from?" Trish furrows her eyes in confusion.

"Ronnie called me and I had to go in for an unscheduled meeting with him this morning. You're never going to guess who they are forcing me to work with." Going by the blank facial expression on Trish's face, I don't give her much time to think about it. "Austin Moon."

As soon as those words left my mouth, her mouth gapes open and squeals, "No way! He's so hot and hes so talented!"

"And he's SO going to ruin my life!" I interrupt throwing my hands to my side. "There's no way I can spend another minute in the same room as that guy let alone work on a single with him. He's going to steal all the limelight and everyone will forget about me."

"That is impossible. You're Ally Dawson. You're Grammy nominated for Best New Artist and Best Pop Vocal Album."

"Yeah, nominated. I didn't win anything. And I sure as hell won't win a Grammy with Austin Moon. Ally and Austin. Sounds like the worst duo I've ever heard."

"What about Austin and Ally?" Trish smirks.

I give her the most nauseating facial expression, "Even worse."

I keep trying to rationalize this situation my record label has me in but so far I haven't found anything remotely useful to my advantage. Trish's only advice is that I should attempt to find a middle ground with Austin, or I'll disappoint Ronnie and then I'll have a real reason to worry about my career. Ronnie is the one who put me on his label company, and I'm going to do everything he asks me of in order for me to stay there. Everything includes working with my new nemesis.

I reread the address on my phone to make sure that I arrived at the right house. I press the buzzer at the front gate and male voice I don't recognize comes over the intercom, "Who is it?"

I say my name, "Ally Dawson." The gate buzz's and I watch them start to slowly part. I drive up to the front, turn off the engine and step out of my car and walk up to the front door where there is old moss hanging down from the tall walls.

My heels click against the concrete as I walk up to Austins front door. I press the door bell and I hear a catchy jingle play inside the house. I hear footsteps inside and then see the door open and Austin standing in the entrance way. "Come on in." Austin says.

"FYI, just because we are working together doesn't mean that I am going to start magically liking you. You're still a prick."

"Ah, and you're still a bitch." He raises his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes and say, "So, where are we writing?"

"Follow me. We'll go to my office."

I follow Austin down the hall, and we enter a room that seems to be small before you enter but as soon as you do, it's actually ginormous. "Wow, I did not expect this."

"Yeah, well I had this house personally remodeled to my liking." Austin explains.

"I see." I set my bag down and get out my song book and set it down in front of the both of us. I go back into my bag to find a pen when Austin reaches for my song book. I quickly knock it out of his hands. "Don't touch my book!"

"Whoa! Sorry, I thought maybe you had already written down some ideas."

"I did but you can't touch my book, its…personal."

"Fine.