A/N- Fanfiction.net was ready sooner than I expected, and I figured if I
explained Gordo's side, perhaps, the story would make more sense. Anyway,
please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The shoe company is mine, and so is the name of the shoe. Oh, and Janet and Mr. Gilman. . . and the secretary. But all in all, the things I own are small.
This is Gordo's Life in this chapter
Chapter Two
David Gordon had been living the great life in LA ever since the end of college. After college, he stayed in LA, became a director and producer of small films, commercials, and documentaries. He liked his life. It took some getting used to, but he quickly settled down and adjusted to working life.
One might be thinking how he took the break-up with Lizzie. Well, he blamed himself for it because he was not always focusing on Lizzie, but graduation. When she did break up with him, it made him realize how much he loved Lizzie, but at the same time he should learn from his mistakes. He dated a few women in the past, but none of them were what suited him. He knew what he wanted-Lizzie McGuire, but at the same time, he knew she didn't feel the same way. Life went on, and he had adjusted to life without Lizzie.
Gordo was currently seeing a woman who he realized was not right for him. They met at a party, but she was just not his type. She was high maintenance and pretty much a brat. She was also really dumb and oblivious. Gordo wanted out of this relationship, but didn't know how to escape. He planned on breaking up with her soon.
When Gordo woke up this morning, he was already running late, so he got dressed and drove to his office without even showering or anything.
As soon as he reached his office, the office secretary said, "You are late."
"I know. I overslept. Do you have any messages for me?" Gordo asked.
"Gilman wants to see you in his office as soon as possible," The secretary replied. Gilman was the head of the company Gordo worked through.
"Okay, thanks," Gordo said as he went to his own office and put it stuff down. He then went to Gilman's office.
"David, my boy! How good to see that you decided to join us!" Gilman said.
"I'm sorry, sir. You wanted to see me?" Gordo said.
"Ah, yes. I have a project for you that I think you may like. You remember that shoe company, Killian? Well, their former director was fired the other day, and so they are looking for a new director," Gilman started.
"Killian? Isn't that the company with the new Glaciers?" Gordo said.
"Yes, that is them. Well, anyway, they called the other day and explained they were looking for some new ideas and fresh faces for their new layout for the ads for their up-and-coming Glacier Frontiers, and I suggested you immediately. What do you think?"
"Wow. I love those shoes! I would be honored. When do I start?"
"Good! I was a little worried you would think this was below your quality, but I definitely think you would do a good job. Now, since this is a big company, they want to set up several meetings and want everything to be perfect, so this could take a while, and if they like you, it could last even longer. They want to have a meeting with you tomorrow in their marketing offices in LA with the people helping, and they want to have a say in what happens. I think this could really be good for you," Gilman said.
"Thank you, again. I can't wait," Gordo said.
"Good. You meet tomorrow at about ten for the first meeting, and here are some directions," Gilman handed Gordo a set of directions, "When you get to the second floor, ask for Janet Lightfoot. She will help you find your way around and explain some things, and then the actual meeting starts at 11:30. I will be there for the meeting. Anything else? Oh, here is a notebook of things about the company and the ad campaign that you might want to look over or do research over. Good luck!"
Gordo left Gilman's office and headed to his own to work on other things. Right now, he was working on a documentary about elephants, and the editors and director were working with him as the producer currently because it was almost finished. After a call or two about that project and lunch, and more calls and meetings with the editor and director, he left for the day.
He had a date with the girl he was seeing that night. Tonight was going to be the night is broke it off with her. He had it planned. He would tell her that night that the relationship was not working out. It shouldn't be too hard to tell her, they had only seen each other for about two weeks. They were going to dinner that night.
He decided to meet her at the restaurant, so they met at the restaurant at seven. Gordo was nervous, because situations like this were never his strong suit, but then again he never really had a situation like this. (He didn't date all that much, and all the girls he dated usually broke it off with him) As soon as they were seated and ordered their meals, Gordo's nervousness had turned really obvious to everyone, but Amber, the girl he was about to stop dating.
"And, then I went to go get my nails done, and the lady was like 'what color do you want them?' What kind of question is that? I get a manicure every week at this place, and it is always the same color. I am thinking about changing manicurists. What do you think?" Amber said as she took a sip of her water. "Eh! This water tastes like tap. I should make a complaint to the manager. Well?"
"Uh, well what?" Gordo asked.
"Duh!" She laughed lightly. "About the manicure problem?"
"I don't know, do what you want," Gordo said. He was preoccupied.
"You don't care? What is up with you tonight? Are you feeling okay?" Amber asked.
"I am fine. Listen, Amber, I don't think this is going to work out." Gordo started.
"I know. I like my nails the way they were," Amber said, still not getting the picture.
"No, I am talking about us. I don't think we are going to work out."
"Are- are you breaking up with me? Why?"
"Well, I just don't think you and I are right for each other, that is all."
"What? We are perfect for each other. You have a great career, and I have my modeling career. What could be wrong? It's not- It's not another woman is it?" Amber asked. He was lucky there weren't a lot of people in the restaurant, because every one of them started to turn their heads.
"No- it is not another woman- its just I am not ready for a relationship," Gordo said, trying to blame it on himself.
Amber started to cry loudly, which made everyone star at Gordo. "It is the Valentine Sydrome, isn't it?" Amber started.
Gordo looked confused.
"You know, boy meets girl, boy dates girl, and then breaks up with girl because Valentine's Day is right around the corner," Amber explained.
"But it is only November. Valentine's Day isn't for another four months."
"Yeah, well, it is the stuff leading up to Valentine's Day. First, there is Thanksgiving, which you fear because you meet the family, and then there is Christmas, which is again dealing with family, and then, eventually Valentine's Day. You don't want to spend all this money on me."
"No, that isn't true. All I said was that we aren't meant for each other, and we have only been dating two weeks."
"That is why, David, I am breaking up with you," Amber said, and then she stormed out of the restaurant.
Along with the whole restaurant, Gordo sat there confused. The whole restaurant didn't know which side to take, so they carried on with their meals in silence. As soon as Gordo finished his meal, he left.
The night was still young, so Gordo did not go to sleep right away. Instead, he decided to look at the notebook his boss handed him of the account he was about to be involved in.
Enclosed in the notebook was a series of magazine ads and storyboards for past Killian ads. The latest ones were Gordo's favorite, especially for the Glaciers. He had a pair, and discovered they were great for walking, and was very comfortable. Killian was a fairly new company, about ten years old, and it was based in Colorado. Their main factory was in Colorado, but everything else was in LA. The original Killian Glacier came out about a year ago, and the slogan was "Glaciers- A Comfort. A Style. An Art. Which would you pick?" The advertisements were pictures the shoe compared to a couch, a pair of tacky sunglasses, and a famous painting. The commercial was pretty similar, except with people acting.
After looking through the advertisements and notebook and glancing through the history of the company, he put dropped the notebook on the floor and started to watch television on his couch. Only, after he dropped the notebook, he noticed a slip of paper fall out of the notebook. Gordo leaned down to put the slip of paper back in the notebook, but decided to read it.
The slip of paper was a drawing of a shoe and its slogan, and Gordo could tell that the picture took a long time, and was about to put it away when he noticed the signature- "Elizabeth M."
"It couldn't be," he thought as he finally put it away. He decided the paper didn't mean anything. He had a meeting to go to and didn't have time to be curious about this. He went to bed early that night.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The shoe company is mine, and so is the name of the shoe. Oh, and Janet and Mr. Gilman. . . and the secretary. But all in all, the things I own are small.
This is Gordo's Life in this chapter
Chapter Two
David Gordon had been living the great life in LA ever since the end of college. After college, he stayed in LA, became a director and producer of small films, commercials, and documentaries. He liked his life. It took some getting used to, but he quickly settled down and adjusted to working life.
One might be thinking how he took the break-up with Lizzie. Well, he blamed himself for it because he was not always focusing on Lizzie, but graduation. When she did break up with him, it made him realize how much he loved Lizzie, but at the same time he should learn from his mistakes. He dated a few women in the past, but none of them were what suited him. He knew what he wanted-Lizzie McGuire, but at the same time, he knew she didn't feel the same way. Life went on, and he had adjusted to life without Lizzie.
Gordo was currently seeing a woman who he realized was not right for him. They met at a party, but she was just not his type. She was high maintenance and pretty much a brat. She was also really dumb and oblivious. Gordo wanted out of this relationship, but didn't know how to escape. He planned on breaking up with her soon.
When Gordo woke up this morning, he was already running late, so he got dressed and drove to his office without even showering or anything.
As soon as he reached his office, the office secretary said, "You are late."
"I know. I overslept. Do you have any messages for me?" Gordo asked.
"Gilman wants to see you in his office as soon as possible," The secretary replied. Gilman was the head of the company Gordo worked through.
"Okay, thanks," Gordo said as he went to his own office and put it stuff down. He then went to Gilman's office.
"David, my boy! How good to see that you decided to join us!" Gilman said.
"I'm sorry, sir. You wanted to see me?" Gordo said.
"Ah, yes. I have a project for you that I think you may like. You remember that shoe company, Killian? Well, their former director was fired the other day, and so they are looking for a new director," Gilman started.
"Killian? Isn't that the company with the new Glaciers?" Gordo said.
"Yes, that is them. Well, anyway, they called the other day and explained they were looking for some new ideas and fresh faces for their new layout for the ads for their up-and-coming Glacier Frontiers, and I suggested you immediately. What do you think?"
"Wow. I love those shoes! I would be honored. When do I start?"
"Good! I was a little worried you would think this was below your quality, but I definitely think you would do a good job. Now, since this is a big company, they want to set up several meetings and want everything to be perfect, so this could take a while, and if they like you, it could last even longer. They want to have a meeting with you tomorrow in their marketing offices in LA with the people helping, and they want to have a say in what happens. I think this could really be good for you," Gilman said.
"Thank you, again. I can't wait," Gordo said.
"Good. You meet tomorrow at about ten for the first meeting, and here are some directions," Gilman handed Gordo a set of directions, "When you get to the second floor, ask for Janet Lightfoot. She will help you find your way around and explain some things, and then the actual meeting starts at 11:30. I will be there for the meeting. Anything else? Oh, here is a notebook of things about the company and the ad campaign that you might want to look over or do research over. Good luck!"
Gordo left Gilman's office and headed to his own to work on other things. Right now, he was working on a documentary about elephants, and the editors and director were working with him as the producer currently because it was almost finished. After a call or two about that project and lunch, and more calls and meetings with the editor and director, he left for the day.
He had a date with the girl he was seeing that night. Tonight was going to be the night is broke it off with her. He had it planned. He would tell her that night that the relationship was not working out. It shouldn't be too hard to tell her, they had only seen each other for about two weeks. They were going to dinner that night.
He decided to meet her at the restaurant, so they met at the restaurant at seven. Gordo was nervous, because situations like this were never his strong suit, but then again he never really had a situation like this. (He didn't date all that much, and all the girls he dated usually broke it off with him) As soon as they were seated and ordered their meals, Gordo's nervousness had turned really obvious to everyone, but Amber, the girl he was about to stop dating.
"And, then I went to go get my nails done, and the lady was like 'what color do you want them?' What kind of question is that? I get a manicure every week at this place, and it is always the same color. I am thinking about changing manicurists. What do you think?" Amber said as she took a sip of her water. "Eh! This water tastes like tap. I should make a complaint to the manager. Well?"
"Uh, well what?" Gordo asked.
"Duh!" She laughed lightly. "About the manicure problem?"
"I don't know, do what you want," Gordo said. He was preoccupied.
"You don't care? What is up with you tonight? Are you feeling okay?" Amber asked.
"I am fine. Listen, Amber, I don't think this is going to work out." Gordo started.
"I know. I like my nails the way they were," Amber said, still not getting the picture.
"No, I am talking about us. I don't think we are going to work out."
"Are- are you breaking up with me? Why?"
"Well, I just don't think you and I are right for each other, that is all."
"What? We are perfect for each other. You have a great career, and I have my modeling career. What could be wrong? It's not- It's not another woman is it?" Amber asked. He was lucky there weren't a lot of people in the restaurant, because every one of them started to turn their heads.
"No- it is not another woman- its just I am not ready for a relationship," Gordo said, trying to blame it on himself.
Amber started to cry loudly, which made everyone star at Gordo. "It is the Valentine Sydrome, isn't it?" Amber started.
Gordo looked confused.
"You know, boy meets girl, boy dates girl, and then breaks up with girl because Valentine's Day is right around the corner," Amber explained.
"But it is only November. Valentine's Day isn't for another four months."
"Yeah, well, it is the stuff leading up to Valentine's Day. First, there is Thanksgiving, which you fear because you meet the family, and then there is Christmas, which is again dealing with family, and then, eventually Valentine's Day. You don't want to spend all this money on me."
"No, that isn't true. All I said was that we aren't meant for each other, and we have only been dating two weeks."
"That is why, David, I am breaking up with you," Amber said, and then she stormed out of the restaurant.
Along with the whole restaurant, Gordo sat there confused. The whole restaurant didn't know which side to take, so they carried on with their meals in silence. As soon as Gordo finished his meal, he left.
The night was still young, so Gordo did not go to sleep right away. Instead, he decided to look at the notebook his boss handed him of the account he was about to be involved in.
Enclosed in the notebook was a series of magazine ads and storyboards for past Killian ads. The latest ones were Gordo's favorite, especially for the Glaciers. He had a pair, and discovered they were great for walking, and was very comfortable. Killian was a fairly new company, about ten years old, and it was based in Colorado. Their main factory was in Colorado, but everything else was in LA. The original Killian Glacier came out about a year ago, and the slogan was "Glaciers- A Comfort. A Style. An Art. Which would you pick?" The advertisements were pictures the shoe compared to a couch, a pair of tacky sunglasses, and a famous painting. The commercial was pretty similar, except with people acting.
After looking through the advertisements and notebook and glancing through the history of the company, he put dropped the notebook on the floor and started to watch television on his couch. Only, after he dropped the notebook, he noticed a slip of paper fall out of the notebook. Gordo leaned down to put the slip of paper back in the notebook, but decided to read it.
The slip of paper was a drawing of a shoe and its slogan, and Gordo could tell that the picture took a long time, and was about to put it away when he noticed the signature- "Elizabeth M."
"It couldn't be," he thought as he finally put it away. He decided the paper didn't mean anything. He had a meeting to go to and didn't have time to be curious about this. He went to bed early that night.