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Chapter Seven:

Ally had somehow managed to calm herself down in time to get ready for her first day at her new job.

She picked out a high low dress. The top of it was covered in rose gold sequins, while the bottom was a black sheer fabric. She happened to own a pair of rose gold heels that matched perfectly with it. She styled her hair to a chic side ponytail, with hair hanging in front to frame her face. She picked out some black stud earrings, and a pink, rose and pearl bangle bracelet.

Feeling like she looked appropriate enough, she called a cab to come pick her up, not wanting to wait outside dressed like this. She didn't want to attract the wrong kind of attention.

When the cab arrived she quickly exited the building, not even glancing at the grungy lady at the front desk. Luckily for her, the apartment wasn't too far from her work, so she didn't have to pay much to the cab driver, but she did have to pay him with most of the money she did have.

She played a few of her own songs, and some instrumental pieces so she wouldn't strain her voice. The group of people that came in and out absolutely adored her. She brought in a ton more people and had some people stay longer than their meals so they could listen to her play. She kept a small glass jar at the end of the stage, which was over flowing by the end of the night. She sighed in relief knowing she wouldn't be walking home.

It was after 8, and the restaurant was closed. Waiters were stacking the chairs on the tables and the kitchen crew was cleaning up the dirty dishes. She was sitting on the edge of the stage counting her tips. She was slightly disappointed because they were mostly dollar bills, so it was a lot less than she had thought. It was still enough to bring her home however.

Home

It wasn't her real home.

Instead of leaving like most of the employees, she decided she wanted to work on some songs. She didn't have a piano in her room anymore, so she wanted to take advantage of the piano while she was there.

She played into the now empty restaurant, singing what felt right with the right notes. Whenever she came up with new lyrics or melodies she would scribble it down on a napkin. She made a mental note to start bringing her songbook.

"And everyone you know, is trying to smooth it over," She sang softly, testing out the lyrics. She decided she liked them and tried writing them down, but her pen ran out of ink. She started scribbling frantically but to no use.

"Damn it!" She yelled not wanting to forget the lyrics.

"Need this?" A voice asked, scaring her almost off the bench. She could have sworn she was the last person here.

It was the pristine man that hired her. She never caught his name frankly. But she assumed he was the manager or something. Even though he looked a little too young to manage such a place. She eyed the pen he was offering.

"Thanks," She said slowly, taking the pen and writing on the napkin.

"Why haven't you gone home?" He pressed. He didn't sound annoyed, but more curious.

"Cause my home is a thousand miles away." She mumbled irritably under her breath.

She didn't expect him to but he heard what she said. "What do you mean?"

Ally looked up with her eyes filled with hesitation. She didn't know this man. She wasn't sure if she could trust him.

But something in his eyes told her that she could. "I'm from Miami. Right now I'm living in a crappy apartment, until I can get the plane ticket to go home."

His face was full of sympathy. The way she spoke, he could sense some struggle she was going through, even though she didn't say so. "Why did you come to New York in the first place then?"

She was growing uncomfortable with the personal questions he was asking. She decided it was best for her to get out of there quickly.

"Look it's late, and I need to head back to my place." She excused, collecting her napkins and tips and stepping off the stage.

He stopped her with one hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

She stared at him wide eyed. She swallowed hard. "No, it's fine." She coughed out.

"I know I hired you, but I never introduced myself. I'm Jared, I'm the assistant manager." He said.

She looked at his hazel eyes and his blonde curly hair that went to his eyebrows; she noticed faint little freckles sprinkled on his cheeks. He looked to be about in his mid twenties, she thought.

"Ally," She said timidly. "I really should be going."

He gave smiled sheepishly and gave her a quick nod goodbye.

She waited on the curb for her cab to arrive. She shivered, regretting at that moment that she didn't bring a jacket. At this time of the year New York was always warm or cool in the daytime, but once the sun set, the temperatures dropped drastically. She mentally face palmed herself, thinking she should have known better by now.

The cab pulled up and she hurried in, giving the driver her address. The restaurant was about 7 miles from the apartment, and the cab charged 2 dollars a mile. So she realized she would have to pay around 28 dollars a night just for her cab rides. She could just walk, but with the shoes she wore, and the way she would attract unwanted attention walking the NY streets in a dress like this, she didn't want to risk it.

When she stepped into her apartment she couldn't help but take notice how dull and drab the whole place was. Comparing the ceiling, with the walls and the floor, it all looked to be the same grey brown color. Her stomach churned at its unpleasantness.

She stripped from her dress, folding it neatly back in her suitcase, given the fact she didn't have a closet. She got into her pjs and washed up the best she could in the utility sink in the kitchen. It was rather difficult due to the poor water pressure. She made sure not to get any of the water near her eyes or in her mouth, in case the water wasn't the cleanest.

Getting comfortable on the thin mattress was a struggle. She could feel the springs pressing into her back through it. Her body was covered in a small blanket that she had brought from Miami. But it barley covered her up, making her shiver at the cold air hitting her open skin. After a few minutes her drowsiness took the best of her and her eyelids became heavy. In a matter of minutes, she was asleep.

Austin sat in the cushioned chair with a scowl on his face. Jimmy had hired the new songwriter, and told him that he had to work with her to write the song. Right now they were in their practice room, as in his and Ally's practice room.

The new songwriter, Naomi, was sitting on the piano bench, while Austin was sitting on the chair on the opposite wall. He was refusing to sit next to her on that piano bench. That was his and Ally's spot.

Naomi was around the same age as him. She had straight dark brown hair that went down to her back. She was pale, which was unusual for someone living in Miami, and she had dark cool blue eyes. Her face was covered in faint freckles, along with the rest of her body, which was slim and fit.

She let out a groan, after playing a melody she was trying out. She rotated on the bench and faced Austin, who was slouching back and looking on his phone, not having a care in the world of what was going on.

"Austin!" She said. "Jimmy said you were going to help me! How am I supposed to know what kind of song you want if you won't talk to me?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time she's said that to him.

"Look Nadia, I just need a song! I don't care what it's about." He droned. "And Jimmy said you were experienced, right? So you shouldn't need my help."

"It's Naomi." She corrected.

"Whatever!"

She gawked at him. He hadn't looked up from his phone once. She had no idea what he was doing on it but it was starting to bug her, since it was consuming all of his attention.

"If you weren't going to help me then why are you even here?" She questioned.

"Jimmy made me come." He huffed, not wanting to talk to her. He continued to scroll though his cellular device.

Him not making any eye contact was really getting on Naomi's nerves.

"What are you looking at that has drawn all of your focus?" She asked suddenly.

His head snapped up for the first time since he's been there. "None of your business!" He snapped. And just like that his attention was brought back to the screen.

She couldn't take it anymore. She stood up abruptly and marched over to Austin, and snatched his phone away.

"Hey!" He yelled, becoming angry.

She looked at the screen for what he had been staring at this whole time. What she expected was for her to see him texting someone. But to her surprise he had been looking at a picture. It was of him and a petite brunette girl with big brown eyes. They were smiling and laughing in the picture. It looked like they were in an empty street. She was on his back, covering his eyes and laughing down at him. He was holding her legs up and had an open smile. Naomi's eyes softened at the happy photo.

Austin yanked the phone from her grasp, and held it closely to his chest.

"Who was that girl with you in the picture?" She asked softly.

He looked at his phone, and smiled a sad smile. It was a photo that he assumed Jimmy didn't see. Cause it was left behind and wasn't deleted like all the other ones. He was grateful for that. "My partner, my gir-… Best friend."

Her face filled with sympathy. "What happened to her?" She asked.

She didn't know why she asked that. But something by the way he looked at that picture, told her that she wasn't around anymore.

He chuckled half-heartedly. "Nothing bad. She just went to a music school in New York and got a record deal. Ally has been gone for a few months, and Jimmy is forbidding me to talk to her. I miss her like crazy."

Naomi's eyes widened after she finished. "Great!"

His head turned to her. "Great?"

She clapped her hands together. "Great- Now I know what the song will be about!"

He scoffed. "Oh really? Cause for being an experienced songwriter you haven't been doing a very good job from what I can see."

She ignored his comment. "It's going to be about Ally! That way when it's released she'll be able to hear it and know your still thinking of her!"

His eyes lit up.

She then pointed her finger at him. "But in order for that to happen you need to help me."

He nodded before doing something he never thought in a million years would do.

He sat down next to her on the piano bench, and started to help his new songwriter write a song.

It's been about a month since she's been living like this. She was making good money at the restaurant, but by the end of the week she ended needing to use most of it on food, cab rides, rent, the list just never ended it seemed like, and before she knew it she was only left with about 60$ a week.

Her plane ticket was about 500$. Right now she had about 240$, and with her calculations, she guessed about another month until she would have the 500$ she needed, as long as she didn't spend money on anything else.

She gave her door a hard shove to get it open, and trudged in tiredly. Her room wasn't as drab as it had been thanks to Mitchell. He had taken charge and attempted to brighten up the place, he bought some paint and redid her walls, as well as got her some sheets and blankets as well as a bigger mattress. She was so overwhelmed about everything that boy was doing for her. But she was greatly touched and thankful. She kept trying to tell him to stop spending money on her, but he was stubborn and just went ahead and bought her everything he thought she needed.

She collected her tips and her weekly pay from her purse, and stuffed it in an envelope with the rest of her savings, storing it under her mattress.

She was about 4 months along now, and her baby bump was showing more and more. Ally tried her best to start dressing in looser fitting clothes so that the people at work wouldn't notice. Hopefully she would be out of here by the time she got really big.

She had read online that the airline wouldn't let pregnant woman fly when they were on their third trimester. So she still had time.

She took out her phone while she lied on her bed. Knowing better, she tried calling Austin again, even though she knew it was still disconnected.

The same machine picked up. Like it did every night when she called him. A few tears escaped from her eyes. All she wanted was to hear his voice.

She decided to check up on the Austin Moon website, something she hasn't done for a while. Her eyes widened when she noticed a new song had been posted.

Probably written by his new songwriter

She reluctantly clicked on the link, just wanting hear him sing. She wasn't expecting for what the song would be about.

She heard his voice on the recording start to speak.

"This is a new song that was written by my new songwriter Naomi, and I."

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly at his introduction. It hurt like hell to her.

"It's a little different than my usual songs, it's about my previous songwriter Ally."

Her eyes snapped open to look at her phone. She was upset that it was just a recording, not a video, so she couldn't see his face.

"I hope you like it Ally. I miss you baby girl."

She could hear his voice crack at the end. She smiled through her tears. He missed her.

She waited impatiently for him to start the song. He started to strum his guitar softly.

"Who's thinking about you now?

If you were building a wall, who would tear it all down and pull you

Through?

"Who's thinking about you?

Who'd care enough to send you flowers, that you could call at all hours And give your love to? Somebody must believe if they could see what I see If they haven't, well they will, Baby they all will."

She cried happily. The song was slower, and more intimate than his other songs. Ally wanted nothing more but to be able to run into his arms and be with him forever. If only.

"Just when you suspect that life couldn't get no harder, something comes

Along and makes your dark day darker

The weight of it all falls on you

Who will be the one to listen when it's time to listen?

Who will be the one to miss you when you've gone missing?

Well, I do.

Do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?"

His voice was as sweet and sincere as ever. It made Ally's heart lurch. How painful it was, was indescribable. The lyrics were so accurate. It almost seemed as if he knew what she was going through. But she knew that couldn't be.

"I want to be the one to help you ignore Mr. Loneliness peeking his head

Into your door.

I'm hoping you can feel me.

I'm hoping you can give me a new chance, chance, yes

I'm hoping that you notice I'm your last chance."

"I feel like starting something.

I feel like calling off today to be with you.

Yeah, I believe we all do something that's familiar like a déjà vu,

Familiar like a déjà vu

Yeah, and I know you're smoking, I've seen your fire

I know in love you've been giving it up

So do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?"

He strummed his guitar more. His music filled her depressing apartment, and lit it up.

"When our two hands are linked together with an ampersands.

It's my kind of diagram.

When our sore eyes are lined up side by side

Well, I'm a happy man

Yes, I'm a happy man.

Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, yes ma'am

I am thinking about you."

He played for a moment more before the strumming came slowly to a stop. She could hear him breathing through her phone. There was a picture of him from one of his photo shoots on her screen. She traced out his facial features with her fingertip.

"Thank you everyone that song was called 'Who's thinking about you now?' and I hope you liked it. And I hope your listening Ally. I love you beautiful and I hope to see you soon."

Ally's smile was spread to her ears as the recording ended. She wiped away some of her fallen tears before hitting play again, and holding her phone against her stomach, and letting her babies listen to their fathers angelic voice.

"He's a good man." She whispered into nothing. "You guys have a pretty good daddy."

Austin set his guitar down quickly as Jimmy barged in. "Austin! What the hell was that?"

Austin looked at him guiltily. He knew that Jimmy would have been pissed when he posted that new song.

"I thought I told you to forget about Ally."

That made Austin's skin boil. That's all Jimmy had been getting on to him about. Forget Ally.

He shook his head violently. "No Jimmy, I can't forget about her. I wont. I am still very serious about my music and forgetting about her would only make everything worse."

The man peered at the blonde boy. "She already had made everything worse. Your fans are disappointed about Ally leaving. They don't like Naomi, they are saying that there going to stop listening to your music."

Austin rolled his eyes. "Of course they don't! They liked Ally!"

"Well then we need them to like Naomi better, the fans are all saying your hung-up on Ally and that something happened to cause Ally to leave. They are blaming me."

Yeah so am I, Austin thought cruelly. "What are you trying to say?" He asked trying to get Jimmy to get to his point.

He folded his arms and pressed his lips together. "I want you to start dating Naomi."

Austin's jaw dropped. "What? Why?" He was appalled. Why would he date her when he was in love with Ally?

"For publicity. With your new album, and you going on tour, we need you to sell out as much as possible. If you and Naomi started to date, the fans will be intrigued by the new romance and that's when your sales will go though the roof." He said clasping his hands.

The blonde boys eyes were wide. "Your crazy! I'm not going to fake date Naomi!" He yelled throwing his hands in the air.

Jimmy chuckled darkly. "Oh you will if you want to keep your record label."

A/N:

Ew terrible ending. This was sort of a filler chappp

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The songs were The Great escape by P!nk and Whos thinking about you now by Jason Mraz

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