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Chapter four:
The blonde boy rubbed his temples and groaned, failing to become inspired. He had been sitting on the piano bench for hours, trying to create a new song that he would have to perform at a banquet Jimmy was hosting next week. He already attempted to get a hold of Ally, but she was busy with her auditions, and helping him write a song was the least of her worries. Austin knew that too, so he agreed to give her some space and try to write the song himself. But even though he's written many songs with Ally, it seemed almost impossible when he was alone.
He let out another loud groan and began banging his head on the piano keys. Without thinking of the horrid noise that was being produced by his forehead.
Trish busted through the door in panic. "Austin! What the hell are you doing?" She hurried toward and yanked his head up by his blonde locks.
"Ouch! Trish!" He yelped while rubbing his now sore spot. "You hurt me!"
"You hurt my ears!" She piped back. "What's going on?" She asked with her voice now filled with concern. She knew Austin has been having trouble.
He let out a sigh. "The new song. It's just not happening."
Trish looked at him with worry. "Did you call Ally?" She asked already knowing the answer.
He nodded to her expectation. "She's been too busy with her classes, and her auditions and stuff. She barley has enough time to talk to me." He said glumly while fiddling with his thumbs in his lap.
Trish hesitated. She knew what to do, but she also knew Austin would never agree to do it. She still decided to take her chances and to at least bring it up. "Do you want me to call Jimmy?"
His head snapped up at her. He wasn't sure where she was going with that. But he was afraid it wasn't good.
She continued. "When he found out Ally was leaving, he offered to set up interviews, to hire a new songwriter-"
Austin immediately objected. "No! No way, not a chance!"
She opened her mouth again to try to assure him otherwise. But he interrupted once more.
"No Trish. If you think that I would even consider getting a new songwriter-"
She decided not to let him finish that sentence. "Austin! I know you don't want a new songwriter, but Ally is not here! I originally told Jimmy that the interviews wouldn't be necessary, because you and Ally were going to make it work. But now-" She paused and took a breath, calming her voice a little. "I'm just telling you that your career can't go on hold, just because Ally's thousands of miles away. I'm letting you decide what your next move is. But you have to remember you need to decide what's best for Austin Moon." She said emphasizing his name, "Not Austin Moon." *
He was a bit confused on what she meant by that. But he decided to not dwell on it. He simply nodded at her, letting her know that he somewhat understood. She left him alone after that. Leaving him to his thoughts. She was hoping she got through to him. Mainly because she would never hear the end of it from Jimmy, if Austin failed to come through with the song.
Austin spent the next few hours, going over older melodies and songs that him and Ally had written together in the past. It brought back many memories that made him miss her more. But afterwards he finally realized what Trish had meant earlier. Even though he didn't want a new songwriter. Austin Moon needed one. It took him forever to finally make sense of it though.
After arguing with himself, he reluctantly pulled out his phone and called Jimmy.
Ally had thought her audition went twice as good as her first one. She may of choked a little in the beginning, but once she remembered her new found confidence she shined brighter than ever, duly noting Mr. Reel's enthused expression at the end of her performance. She hadn't heard anything about how Zoey's went, and the curiosity was slowly killing her.
Mitchell walked into her dorm, nearly charging into her bedroom, where Ally was currently sleeping. Today was Saturday, and to Mitchell that meant going out with his new best friend, and hitting up some of the best New York clubs. She was completely aware of his intentions, so that was exactly why she was still asleep when it was already noon. Getting a lot of sleep meant she could party longer. Ally may have not been much of a partier back in Miami, but something about Mitchell made her want to have more of a wild side. Partying was now her forte.
The giddy boy opened her door abruptly before leaping across the floor and tackling her in her sleep. The sound of her tired agitated grumbles caused him to laugh, before she made a sudden move by shoving him off the side of her bed. He stopped laughing after that, but she was now in a fit of giggles.
"That wasn't cool." He said sternly from the ground.
She stopped laughing and caught her breath. "Neither was jumping on me in my sleep."
He stood up and pretended to dust himself off. "Then I guess were even now."
Ally scoffed. "Oh no, we are not even until I say we're even." She said feeling an awful lot like Trish. But she loved messing with Mitchell.
She was slightly frightened by the smug look on his face however.
"You'll be regretting those words, Ally D. If you're not careful you're going to start an unwanted war with me. And I always win my wars." He warned.
She gulped before holding out her hand. "Challenge accepted."
He shook her hand. "Whatever you say Ally D."
Her phone lit up from her bedside table, catching both of their attention. She picked it up; with out checking the caller ID, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Miss Dawson, It's Charlie Reel." He said with his scratchy voice.
"Oh hey Charlie, what do you need?" She asked nervously.
She heard him clear his throat before he replied. "I have something to tell you, but I think it would be best if I told you in person."
The way he was speaking made Ally's stomach churn. By the way he was sounding, his news didn't seem so great.
"O-oh?" She stuttered, not liking the tone of his voice.
"Yes, do you think you could meet me at Alasandro's? My treat."
"Yeah, of course. What time do you want me to meet you?" She asked chewing on her thumb. Mitchell was intently watching her, his blue eyes sparkling.
"How's later at 5 for you?"
"5?" She repeated glancing at Mitchell. He gave her two thumbs up. "I'll be there."
He sighed. "I'll see you there, Miss Dawson. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." She hung up her phone and looked up at her anxious friend.
"Well?" Mitchell spoke up.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. He wants to meet to tell me something, but-" she sighed, feeling stressed. "It doesn't sound good Mitch." She said honestly.
He moved over and put his hand on her shoulder. "You can't base that off of a phone call. You want to know what I think?"
She looked at him with her big worried eyes.
"I think that you got the record deal." He said confidently. Giving the skeptic girl a huge grin.
She sniffed. " You think so?"
He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. "Of course. That Zoey girl has what? A great voice? Well you have an amazing voice, plus you're a fabulous musician and an outstanding songwriter. You're a triple threat and Mr. Reel would be a fool to sign anyone over you."
Ally felt instantly relaxed. It was like he knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.
"What about our clubbing?"
He scoffed. "There's plenty of time after that after you get that record deal."
He jumped up suddenly. "Hungry? Come on I'll make you a sandwich." He said quickly not letting her say anything.
She giggled at his eagerness and followed him to the kitchen. He had already gotten out the peanut butter and the bananas. He knew that that was all her diet consisted of for the past few weeks. He didn't question it however, even though he thought it wasn't that good for her to be only eating sandwiches.
He set the plate on the counter in front of her. She eyed it seeing the perfectly sliced bananas and the gooey peanut butter in between two slices of bread. However she found herself scrunching her nose at the sight of it. Mitchell laughed.
"Are you finally sick of them? You have been literally eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a few weeks."
She pushed the plate away, and Mitchell gladly started to nibble on it. She walked over to the cabinets and rummaged through them pulling out a can of Ravioli.
"Switching it up to Ravioli now?" He mumbled through a mouthful peanut buttery banana.
She shrugged; she wasn't sure what was up with her eating habits lately. She just couldn't keep down anything else. But she still was eating so she didn't question it that much. She just ate whatever didn't want to make her throw up.
"I guess so." She replied meekly.
They ate their lunch then decided it would be best to relax and watch a movie. In the middle of the movie however, Ally heard her laptop go off. After she paused the movie she answered it to see Austin through her screen.
"Hey Austin!" She greeted with a big smile on her face. Her stomach dropped when he didn't return it.
"Hey." He replied lowly. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding looking at the screen.
She sighed knowing something was wrong. "What's up?"
He blinked rapidly and wiped underneath his eyes. "Nothing, what's up with you?" He said quickly.
She was a little annoyed that he was obviously hiding something from her. But decided to put it aside to tell him about her news.
"Charlie called me earlier, and I'm meeting up with him later cause he has something to tell me!" She said excitedly, despite the fact the churning feeling returned when she spoke of it. She still wasn't sure about it.
He smiled half- heartedly. "That's great Alls, I told you he would sign you."
She grinned back but dropped it after he still wouldn't look at her.
"Austin Monica Moon, if you don't tell me what's on your mind I will fly down to Miami and slap you!" She threatened.
He looked up. "Please do!" He pleaded honestly. He wanted her to slap him after what he just did earlier. He wished she could come home right away so he wouldn't have to go through with it.
At that moment she wished she could slap him for making her heart ache so much.
He let out the breath he was holding. "I'm sorry."
She scrunched her eyebrows together. "Sorry for what?"
He hesitated. "Jimmy is expecting a new song by the end of this week. And I'm not blaming you for not having time cause you have your school, and your auditions, and I get it but-" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was killing him. He didn't want to say this in fear it would crush Ally.
"I just got off the phone with Jimmy and… He's going to set up interviews, to hire a new songwriter."
Her stomach lurched, giving her an unpleasant feeling of emptiness. Her breathing hitched in her throat and all she could do was stare.
It hurt a lot. She felt like it was her fault, cause she didn't make time for him, like she promised she would. Maybe she was spending too much time with Mitchell? She had forgotten he was sitting right next to her. He stroked her back slowly, relaxing her, and giving her the nerve to speak.
"Oh." That's all she could say, before she was fighting to hold back tears. Mitchell handed her a tissue.
"Thanks Mitchell." Austin said. He was grateful she had someone there for her. Mitchell gave him a small wave and a nod.
Ally wiped her eyes and controlled her breathing. "I'll be fine, I understand. It's all temporary right? Until I get back home. We'll still talk daily."
That's when Austin felt the worst. He felt something die inside him. Not only Jimmy insisted on the new songwriter, but he had also said he didn't think Austin should talk to Ally so much, that she would be a distraction. He had fought him for a long-time, saying there was no way he would stop talking to her. He needed her in his life.
Jimmy threatened to release him on his contract, saying he wasn't serious about his career.
His eyes started to water. The tears were now freely falling down his face.
"Jimmy says I can't talk to you anymore." He whispered.
Ally's jaw dropped. "W-what?"
He rubbed his lips together. "You need to concentrate on your record deal, and school. I need to focus on my career. We can't have any distractions."
So is that what he thought of her? She wondered. Did he think she was just a distraction?
Hearing all of this made her realize that maybe Austin didn't care for her as much since she left. She mentally slapped herself after. She knew that wasn't the case and that he wouldn't be saying this unless he had no other choice.
"What did Jimmy say to you?" She pressed; knowing he must of threatened him somehow.
He licked his lips. "He said he was going to release me from my contract if he didn't think I was serious about my career."
Ally's skin began to boil. Jimmy had done nothing but pull her and Austin apart. He's the reason she left to go to New York, why her and Austin were separated and why she wouldn't be able to talk to him anymore. The thought of Jimmy made her angry and she quickly realized that she now hated him. And Ally Dawson doesn't hate anybody.
She groaned. "Ugh! Why does he keep doing this to us?" She held her head in her hands.
"Yeah this guy sounds like he's completely tearing you guys apart!" Piped up Mitchell. He continued to stroke her back, trying to calm her down.
Austin nodded. He admitted he wasn't a big fan of Jimmy's at the moment. But he couldn't rebel, unless he wanted to lose his label. Maybe if he knew he had something to fall back on. Like another record label? But for now he was stuck at Starr Records.
"We can still text Alls! I didn't agree to lose all contact with you." He said trying to lift her spirits.
It didn't do much for her though. She still felt like she was losing him. Which made her break down more.
"I'm going to miss you so much! It already sucks I can't be with you." She sobbed, leaning into Mitchell's side as he hugged her.
"I know. I'm going to miss you too." He replied, his voice sounding hoarse.
Ally glanced at the time. She groaned when she saw she had to meet Charlie soon. She cried even more, knowing this may be their last video chat for a while.
"I have to meet Charlie soon." She said quietly.
Austin's eyes dropped. "Okay." He looked at her brown eyes through the screen. "I love you."
She wiped her cheeks. "I love you too."
Austin hung up the call before he lost it in front of her. The look on her face when they said goodbye killed him. His heart wrenched knowing that he wouldn't see her beautiful face for a while. He definitely wasn't looking forward to the interviews. But Jimmy insisted that he had to be there to make the final choice. But he knew that no one would be as good as Ally. Not even close. No one could replace her.
Replace. That word made his insides twist. Never, in a million years, would he have thought that he would have to replace Ally. He always thought it would be Team Austin forever. But he thought wrong. Even when he does hire the new songwriter, there won't be Team Austin anymore. He won't even work with the songwriter. He's only going to tell them when he needs a song and then he's going to leave them to it; whether he'll like the songs or not.
After Ally calmed herself down enough to redo her makeup, she, with the help of Mitchell, picked out an outfit for her to wear to meet Charlie. They finally agreed on a rose pink button up with a collar and quarter sleeves. She tucked it in to a pair of light ripped denim shorts, tied together with a beige belt and sandals. Mitchell curled her hair and braided it back on one side, letting the rest hang loosely.
Ally had to admit she was impressed with Mitchell's hair styling skills, as well with his sense of fashion.
She said goodbye to him, and he gave her an assuring hug, before wishing her luck and handing her a purse that went with her outfit.
She laughed at his perfectionist behavior.
She had arrived at Alasandro's a little bit earlier, but she decided it was better to be early rather than late. To her surprise Charlie had already beat her and was seated at a table outside. She smiled and sat down, feeling extra anxious to hear what he had to say.
The red faced man, cleared his throat and gave Ally a small smile.
"Hello Miss Dawson, would you like a drink? Something to eat?" He offered kindly.
The small girl shook her head. "No thank you sir," she said politely. "I already ate."
He nodded and pursed his thin lips. He seemed deep in thought, and that worried Ally. It seemed as if her suspicions were correct when she thought this wasn't going to be good news.
"Look Miss Dawson, I think you are extremely talented. Your auditions blew me away, and your everything Reel Music Records is looking for." He started, being completely truthful.
"But?" Ally asked, sensing that there was more.
He sighed. "I can't give you the record deal."
Those were the words Ally had been afraid of. She did however notice that he said he couldn't sign her, not that he didn't give her the record deal.
"If you don't mind by me asking, why not?"
The look on his face told her that he wanted to, and that he was upset about it.
"I had made my decision right after the auditions that I was going to sign you. I usually don't judge this way, but you were much more impressive than Miss Gardens." He informed her.
She was now confused. If he thought she was more talented than Zoey than why didn't she get the record deal? She wondered.
"I received your drug test results a few days ago."
She swallowed hard, feeling the palms of her hands sweat. She didn't understand why that would have made a difference in his decision. She wasn't taking any medications, and she most certainly wasn't on drugs. She waited anxiously for him to continue.
"RMR is a very serious production, we only allow only the top artists with minimal distractions."
She was still confused. "Mr. Reel, I can assure I am a very serious artist and I take my music seriously. I don't get what you're trying to say."
There was nothing he was saying that was making her think he couldn't sign her. Her mind pondered for reasons why, but she couldn't come up with any. She always got the highest grades, she had the experience, and from what he was telling her she was more talented than Zoey. Nothing was adding up.
He licked his lips, and took in a deep breath. "Miss Dawson,"
He looked her square in the eyes. Her heart sped up, and her hands were shaking, she was feeling extremely frantic.
Finally he continued. Only to tell her last thing she would have possibly thought of.
"I can't give you a recording contract because you're three months pregnant."
A/N:
Whoa. Were you expecting it? I know some of you did.
Sorry it took longer for me to update. My yellow lab died last week ):
**I'm sorry if that made absolutely no sense to you what so ever.
This is the drama is just about to get started (;
Coming up on Falling to Pieces:
**I'm not telling you.
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P.s I changed the summary cause I didn't like it, and I'm not sure if I like this one. If someone could write me a fantabulous summary that would be great.
~Sydney