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Chapter 3
"I said where were you?"
"I told you I had an interview for a job today,"
"I'm pretty sure interviews don't take more than an hour, you've been gone since 8 this morning. So I'll ask you again. Where have you been?"
"I had lots work to do this morning, and I had the interview later so I had even more work to get through, then after the interview I went to a late night diner, to get a drink and I bumped into Beca there and we just got talking. And if you must know, I got the job so at least one of us is making an effort here," Chloe said anger laced across her voice. She was so frustrated with Tom right now, but as always he managed to worm his way back into Chloe's heart. He knew exactly what she would fall for, flowers, chocolates, and any sappy thing like that.
"Don't get annoyed at me," Tom started walking towards Chloe, "I was just worried about you, babe," he finished sweetly flashing his boyish grin, the one that got Chloe to fall for him in the first place.
"I'm sorry," Chloe said giving Tom a hug, Tom smiled knowing he got his own way, once again. "Why don't we go to bed, and you can make it up to me," Tom said already walking towards the bedroom, not waiting for an answer. Chloe sighed and took off her coat, a sad smile on her face as she entered the bedroom where she would once again be forced to do something she would regret the next morning, why she did it you ask. She wasn't good enough for anyone else, well that's what Tom had said. And the saddest part...she believed it.
Beca was driving back to her apartment when she realized how far Chloe's was from the diner. It was at least a 10-minute drive and walking would have been even longer, she was glad that she had decided to offer the redhead a ride home. It was definitely out of character for the producer but there was something, she wasn't sure what it was yet, but there definitely...something.
Beca's head was filled with thoughts about a new track the rest of the way home, a melody already coming to mind, the notes and beats already making sense to her. Music had always come easily to her, like riding a bike. It takes a few tries, and few bumps along the road, but after that, it's just you and the open road and you can go wherever you want. That was what music was to Beca, when she was younger she would create mashups on her computer, on a music software she had been bought as a present, she would find two songs that would have the same chord progression, then find the baseline and create an entirely new song blending the lyrics till they fit seamlessly against the new sound.
By the time she had pulled in her parking spot, her mind was racing with new ideas, she was like a child when it came to these things, her mind taking over everything ignoring in everything in her surrounding resulting in her almost walking into a wall on her way up to the elevator. She shook her head grinning to herself as an idea sprung to her head, she was almost jumping up and down in excitement. As the elevator went up the twenty odd floors till it reached her penthouse, beams of light shone through causing Beca to break her out of her trance and convert her gaze to the beauty of the view below her. The reds, yellows, and whites of the lights from the city. The small movements of black objects being the cars that were driving at this time of the night or morning whichever way you want to put it. The 'bing' of the elevator broke Beca's gaze once again and she turned on her heel and practically ran to the studio bursting through the door not bothering to take off her coat or shoes. She turned on all her equipment and sat in the booth picking up a guitar letting her fingers brush over the strings, the familiar feeling filling up her body, she breathed out deeply and began plucking at the strings, creating a simple melody, one that resembled the one she thought of in the car.
Wonderwall-Oasis
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now, you should have somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now
Backbeat, the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now
Beca began the song with playing the guitar in an almost country vibe, but her pop/rock voice came through taking the song on a whole new level, her voice softening at the end of each verse and chorus.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my Wonderwall
It was different to what she would normally come up with, but she had managed to fit her voice to the kind of genre she wanted to the song to follow, matching the lyrics and her choice of instrument. After messing around she would add more instruments but for now she liked the rawness of the song in it bare form, it was one of her favorite things about making music seeing the progression of the song from its raw and natural form to a chart-topping single, with an array of instruments and textures being added to it along with background singers, and everything that went along with creating a song.
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my Wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my Wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
Beca ended the song with a last brush of the strings, a smile creeping on her face as she thought of what she had created. She was happy with what she had come up with, and in such a short space of time as well. She exited the booth and stopped the recording button, before sitting down and saving her work, she never released any of her own work, it was way too personal to her. She loved producing and releasing the artists work and seeing how far it could go in the industry and what challenge she could take on next. Beca looked over at the clock on the wall and saw it was , she decided that she needed some sleep, as she had work the next day. Beca was always in on Saturdays, not everyone came in Beca liked to give her employees a break after a long week of work, only a few people would come in if they had extra work they had to finish.
On Sundays, Beca still wouldn't relax, she would bring her work home and work on it there much to Jesse's disapproval, he wanted the girl to live, it was like she never went out, voluntarily that is. Most of the time she only went out to events and the occasional party. But he did dramatically envy her as well, not just because she was one of the best in the industry but because of the amount of effort Beca went to for every song, every album and all the time dedicated to each client. She knew practically everybody she employed and made sure she knew their names, it was one of her main principles that she had.
By Saturday morning, Beca had already gone through 3 cups of coffee and was currently in her office, looking for some new rising talent. It was one of the things she had set in place when she first started the label, once every few months she would scout the internet for any upcoming talent. One particular girl had caught her eye, she had decided to click on it and have a listen and what she heard impressed her. The girl couldn't have been more than 19, and Beca didn't recognize the song, an original maybe?
Hailee Steinfeld-Let It Go-Acoustic
From walking home and talking loads
Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you
Now we're slipping near the edge
Holding something we don't need
Oh, this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees
So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
And I'll be me
From throwing clothes across the floor
To teeth and claws and slamming doors at you
If this is all we're living for
Why are we doing it, doing it, doing it anymore?
I used to recognize myself
It's funny how reflections change
When we're becoming something else
I think it's time to walk away
So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
And I'll be me
Tryna fit your hand inside mine
When we know it just doesn't belong
There's no force on earth
Could make it feel right, no
Tryna push this problem up the hill
When it's just too heavy to hold
Think now is the time to let it slide
So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Let the ashes fall
Forget about me
Come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you
And I'll be me
And I'll be me
Her voice was sweet and angelic, it had sole and Beca could tell that she had put a lot of heart into the song, and she had to admit she sounded really good. Good enough that Beca jotted down her name and continued her search.
After a few hours there was a knock at Beca's door, and Jesse popped his head through the door, he had a bunch of papers in his hand and he placed them on the desk before sitting down in one of the leather sofas that was in the center of the room.
"So how's the search going?"
"It's going, I've got on or two in mind, but apart from that not much to be honest, "
"Well let me know and I can get Martin to draw up any contracts or interviews before your new manager comes in, ow did it go by the way?"
"Well I found one, her name's Chloe, I actually saw her at Jack's last night and offered her the job."
Jesse was looking at Beca with a shocked expression on his face, "What?" Beca said confused.
"You already chose someone, and you chose Chloe?" he said astounded by his boss's behavior
"Yeah, and why do you sound so surprised?"
"Well for one Chloe is like everything you aren't, happy, cheerful, always smiling, optimistic do you want me to continue?"
"Well they say opposites attract, and she has a lot of experience which is what I need, plus it wouldn't hurt to maybe have a happier person around here," Beca said her gaze looking over to the papers that Jesse had brought in, "what are these?"
"Okay, what have you done with Beca and one of the producers scheduled to work in the New York office has had to move and has sent in papers to ask if she can work here, she's really good. Her name is Cynthia-Rose, you would like her. So what do you think?"
Beca thought it over for a few minutes before getting a pen and signing off the papers, "get her in for an interview as soon as possible, I want to meet her, but I've already signed her off so she can work here when she moves,"
"Thanks, Beca, I'll get it set up," Jesse said getting up from the sofa and taking back the papers and heading for the door. And for the first time, this morning Beca's mind went back to the redhead from yesterday. And for once, she had never been as nervous as she was to welcome someone new to the company, and the same feeling from last night came back to her, and it gave her butterflies. What's happening to me?