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"How was the premier?" Ally asks, closing her book. Dez left a little over a half hour ago, and she didn't think Trish would be home so early.
"Lame, as usual," Trish laughs, "how's my favorite song writer doing?" she asks, poking her head into the living room. Ally is sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the table.
"This song... Trish-"
"Ally, I know you've been working really hard on this song and I thought about it and... it's perfect, but do you mind if I make a few changes? You know, personal touches?" Trish smiles.
Ally's a little surprised, Trish has never tried to change one of her songs before. But if it means that she'll stop talking about it and let her start a new song, she'll go with it. "Uh, sure I guess," Ally shrugs.
"Thank you, Ally," Trish gives her best friend a thumbs up and heads down the hall to her room.
"Oh, are you making pancakes?!" Trish squeals. She joins Ally and Dez, he likes to stop by whenever he feels the need, in the kitchen in her zebra print pajamas.
"Sure am," Ally nods.
"Great! I'm starving," Trish takes a seat beside Dez. The phone rings.
"I'll get it!" Dez shouts, picking it up, "Hello?" He listens to whoever is calling, looks at Trish, and mouths, "it's for you."
She sighs quietly and takes the phone, "This is Trish de la Rosa."
Ally stops mid-flip and puts the spatula down, turning to face her friend.
"Of course, Jimmy. We'll be there in a half hour," Trish forces a happy tone.
"Oh no," Ally's heart speeds up. Jimmy doesn't schedule last-minute appointments unless someone's in trouble.
"Trish what did you do this time?" Dez crosses his arms.
"Shut up," she ignores him.
"Trish," Ally gives her a look.
"I didn't do anything, I honestly don't know what this is about."
"Well... it can't be good," Ally shakes her head and turns back to the stove.
"Not with that attitude," Dez scolds. Ally rolls her eyes.
"Ally did you do something?" Trish asks, half kidding.
"Of course not," Ally answers, tossing the last pancake onto the stack, "breakfast anyone?"
They dress to impress and make their way down to Starr Records, a large building in the heart of LA. Jimmy Starr's office is on the top floor, with a great view of the city.
Kira Starr, Jimmy's daughter, is in the elevator. She and Ally have spoken on a few occasions, however she's signed with Jimmy and Trish doesn't really like to talk with the other artists. She feels that they're competition rather than peers.
"Hey, Ally," Kira offers a warm smile.
"Hi, Kira. How's your album coming along?" Ally knows that Kira's been working on her debut album, she's heard a couple of song snippets. The girl's got talent, Ally must admit.
"Pretty good, I'm still waiting to hear your album," Kira jokes.
"Very funny, Kira, very funny," Ally smiles.
"You're good, Ally. I guess I should be glad you're not making an album. I've got enough competition around here with Trish and her amazing voice."
"Yeah, Kira," Trish says sarcastically.
"Trish," Ally gives her a be-nice-she's-your-boss'-daughter kind of look.
"I mean, Kira, haha," Trish laughs, "that's so kind of you to say."
They stand in an awkward silence until Kira gets off at the 5th floor.
"Trish! Don't be rude to her!" Ally says in a hushed tone.
"I wasn't trying to be rude, I just... she's... ugh, she's good," Trish complains, "I mean dangerously good. You know that I'm the queen of teen pop right now, Kira's a threat. That's why I'm lucky to have you to write me these great songs."
"Aw, Trish, that's so sweet," Ally smiles. Trish doesn't compliment her often, so these moments are special.
"Oh, come here," Trish opens her arms and pulls Ally in for a hug.
"What do you think Jimmy wants?" Ally asks as they release each-other.
"I don't know, I just hope it's good," Trish sounds hopeful.
"How do you think Dez is doing back at the apartment?" Ally wonders.
"Hopefully not destroying it," Trish sighs. The elevator doors open with a ding! and the two girls step out in front of Jimmy's secretary's desk. Ally can't quite recall her name. Sandra maybe?
"Jimmy, Ally Dawson and Trish de la Rosa are here to see you," maybe Sandra says into her mouthpiece. She listens for a second before giving the girls the go ahead.
"Thanks," Ally says quietly. They pass through a small waiting area until they meet a door with a gold plate that reads President.
"Here we go," Ally says to Trish, who's crossing her fingers and praying for something good.
"Hello, Jimmy," Trish smiles as they step into his office. Ally closes the door behind them.
He gives Trish a nod but turns his attention to her friend, "Ms. Ally Dawson, just the girl I wanted to see," Jimmy smiles as the two enter the room.
"What? Me?" Ally looks to Trish, worried.
"Yes, you, have a seat," Jimmy gestures to the chairs in front.
"Do you want me to leave?" Trish points to the door.
"You can stay," Jimmy shrugs.
"So... what could you possibly want with me?" Ally asks him.
"I want you to write a song for Austin Moon," Jimmy tells her.
"Austin Moon?" Ally's eyes widen. He's the biggest name in the music business, she never thought she'd get an opportunity like this.
"Um... Ally's my songwriter," Trish jumps in.
"But Trish..." Ally looks at her.
"I mean... I guess, if you want to write a song for him," Trish says in an attempt to make Ally feel guilty.
"Sorry Jimmy, but I write for Trish, and only Trish," Ally shakes her head.
"Suit yourself," Jimmy sighs, "although I think you two would've made great music together."
"So... is that all?" Trish glances towards the door.
"Yes," he nods, "And Ally?"
"Yeah?"
"You've got my number if you change your mind," he reminds her.
"Thank you, sir," Ally gives a small smile and follows Trish out the door.
"I can't believe he actually thought you'd write for anyone other than me," Trish scoffs.
"Yeah, crazy, huh?" Ally smiles. She's feeling quite guilty about the fact that she almost would like to write for this Austin Moon guy, Trish was good but she wasn't as well known as Austin. This would've been an amazing opportunity to put herself out there.
"Ally?" Trish says, as if snapping her friend out of a trance.
"Huh? What?" Ally jumps a little bit.
"I asked you if you wanted to get some froyo?" Trish says impatiently.
"Oh... uh," Ally shrugs, "sure."
"You okay?" Trish raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, fine" Ally nods.
"You didn't actually want to work with him, did you?" Trish asks.
"No! Of course not," Ally shakes her head.
"You don't seem so sure..." her eyes narrow.
"I mean it, Trish, I wouldn't ever want to write a song for anyone other than you," Ally smiles.
"Good, because I wouldn't want a song written by anyone else," Trish grins.
And we're finished.