"So what did Jimmy Starr want?" Dez asks as the two girls return.
"He wanted Ally to write a song for that chump Austin Moon," Trish scoffs, "crazy right?"
"What?! Oh my God! Ally, you're gonna do it right?!" Dez shouts.
"Uh," Ally glances at Trish, "no, Dez. Of course not, I write for Trish."
"But lots of songwriters write songs for more than one artist, besides," Dez gives Trish a knowing look, "it's not like this would be a permenant thing."
"But... that would be like letting your girlfriend do porn," Trish argued.
"Trish!" Ally shouts.
"I don't have a girlfriend," Dez gives her a look.
"Shocker," Trish mumbles, "I'm going to take a hot bath. If you need me just- well, try not to need me," she flips her hair over her shoulder and heads for the bathroom.
"Ally you have to do this!" Dez jumps up.
"Dez, I can't just betray Trish," Ally says.
"Alright," Dez sighs, "I didn't want to have to tell you this..."
"What?" Ally's eyes widen.
"Trish has been meeting with other songwriters behind your back," Dez says quietly.
"No..." Ally shakes her head, "after what she said about not wanting a song written by anyone else?"
"I'm sorry," Dez says sincerley, "but you had to know. You have got to do this."
"And she just lied to me?" Ally's angry now instead of disappointed.
"Yeah," Dez nods.
"How long? How long has she been seeing them?" Ally practically shouts.
"Ally, be quiet, shhh," Dez wraps an arm around her and glances back towards the bathroom.
"This is unbelievable, pathetic," Ally shakes her head, "and to think, she was supposed to be my friend. My best friend."
"Ally-"
"I'm gonna do it," Ally says, "I'm going to write that song for Austin Moon."
"I'm glad," Dez smiles.
"Where's the phone?" Ally looks around.
"This is the 21st century, you have a cell phone," Dez chuckles, "who even has a house phone anymore?"
"Us," Ally replies, too angry to roll her eyes.
"Good enough for me," Dez mumbles.
She dials Jimmy's number and waits. 3 rings before he picks up.
"Ally?" he asks.
"Jimmy," she says and takes a deep breath, "I changed my mind. I wanna write that song with Austin."
"Well, that's amazing! I'll tell him the great news!" Jimmy says happily.
"Okay."
"You know, Ally," he says quietly, "he requested you personally." And he hangs up.
"Well then," Ally blushes.
"What? What'd he say?" Dez asks frantically.
"Nothing," Ally shakes her head.
"Ooh! When you go to the studio can I come?" Dez jumps around excitedly.
"You wanna meet Austin Moon?" Ally smiles.
"Well... yeah, we can take selfies and play video games together and-"
"Dez, Austin is gonna have to tell me about his song so I can start it," Ally shakes her head, "do you honestly think a big celebrity like him has time for games?"
"I guess not..." Dez sighs, "but you don't think he'll help you with the song?"
"Nah, I don't think celebrities usually help their songwriters," Ally explains, "I mean they're super busy. Besides, why would he want to work with me?"
"I dunno, just a question," Dez shrugs.
Ally hates having to lie to Trish about where she's going, but she's not ready to have the whole "you said you'd only write my songs"/"you lied and met with other songwriters" argument. Especially not this early.
She dresses in something casual. Still business-y but not too strict. Not like a teacher, more like a cute assistant. She's wearing black dress pants, a red blouse, and a black vest. She can't decide what shoes to wear though, she's stuck between her black pumps with the red sole and her black boots.
Ally feels like the boots would be too innocent, so she goes with the pumps. She doesn't know why she wants Austin to at least find her attractive, he could have a girlfriend. Heck, he probably wouldn't have any interest in her anyways. There were billions of girls on this planet, and he could have nearly any one he wanted.
Dez picks her up at 7:00 and she leaves Trish a note and directions on how to make the microwave waffles (because honestly, Trish can't do anything on her own. She's gotten so used to have Ally there to depend on).
"Nervous?" Dez asks.
"A little," Ally shrugs.
"You're shaking," he points out as they pull away from the building.
"What?" she looks down and yes, her hands are shaking.
They stop at Starbucks on the way, because Dez is such a typical white girl. Without his Iced Caramel Macciato he gets cranky. Ally orders a simple hot chocolate.
They sip their drinks in silence until they park in front of Starr Recording Studios. The enter the elevators (no Kira this time) and go on up to Jimmy's office since they're not quite sure where they're supposed to be. If Jimmy isn't in his office his assistant should be able to tell them where to go.
"Ally Dawson?" maybe Sandy asks as they step out the elevator.
"That's me," she nods.
"Jimmy needs you on the 3rd floor," she says quickly.
"Where do I go after that?" Ally questions.
"There'll be signs," she replies without looking up from her computer screen.
"Okay, back to the elevator we go," Ally turns on her heel and presses the down arrow.
Once they're back in the elevator, Dez looks at her and in a very serious manner, says, "Do you think she'd go out with me?"
Ally nearly chokes on what's left of her hot choclate.
"Dez, she's like 35 years old," Ally reminds him.
"Eh," Dez shrugs.
"You're insane," she mutters.
"I'm insane in the membrane," he sings.
"Oh, shut up," she laughs. He continues his song and she doesn't complain. In fact, she starts to sing along.
They've finally reached the 3rd floor and the elevator stops, the doors open with a ding.
Sure enough, there are signs pointing to where they need to be.
"Aha, Ally," Jimmy stands from his chair to shake her hand, "and you brought your friend Dex."
"It's Dez," the ginger says, pouting.
"Why don't you have a seat," Ally points to a couple chairs across the room.
"Okay, if you need anything, you know where I'll be," Dez says excitedly as he heads for his appointed seat.
"So where's Austin-"
"I'm back!" Austin hobbles into the room, zipping up his pants, "sorry. Had to pee."
"Uh... it's okay," Ally says. He's a lot less charming than she imagined.
"I'm Austin," he reaches out to shake her hand.
"Gross," she mutters, considering what he just did with that very same hand.
"Don't worry," he chuckles, "I washed."
"With soap?"
"With soap," he nods. Alright, he's kind of cute. In a... disgusting puppy sort of way.
"Well, I'll let you two get acquainted, I have other things to attend to," Jimmy stands up, "Dez, why don't we let these two get to work? I'll give you a tour of the building."
"Sounds great!" Dez hops up and follows him out the room.
"So, you're Ally?" Austin plops down in a chair and spins around once.
"Yeah," she sits down and rests her bag against the couch, "so, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? Or what you'd like to have me write this song about?"
"Oh," Austin's face drops, "I was thinking we could write it together."
"Really?" she's shocked.
"Yeah," he laughs, "you thought I'd just make you do all the work?"
"I- I just thought you were busy," she shrugs.
"I always make time for pretty girls," he gives a wink and stands up. She's glad he's now facing the recording booth because at least he can't see her cherry red face.
"Um," she clears her throat, "so when do you wanna get started?"
"Now's fine for me," he replies.
"Don't you think we'll need an instrument of some sort...?" she asks.
"That would probably be a good idea," he agrees, "come on, I know where we can find a piano."
"Why should I trust you? What if you get us in trouble?" Ally asks, crossing her arms.
"Since we're going to be working together, you should know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," he tells her. Suddenly the room feels really hot and she feels like he's not just talking about business.
"Uh..."
"The piano's this way," he opens the door and let's her go first. She wonders if this is how it's going to be to work with him. He makes her feel uncomfortable and then immediatly changes the subject.
If so, this is going to feel like forever.
Sigh, Ross didn't tweet Laura happy birthday, the fandom got into a little fight, people are blocking Ross.
And that's what you missed on Glee.