Stevie's POV
I arrive at the sound booth, and it looks just like the one from BTR. I notice that the gigantic room is empty. No one is here... Except me.
A smile slowly appears on my face. I enter the sound booth, and put the heaphones on just for the heck of it. I grab an electric guitar and rock out to a song I wrote quite a while ago.
A/N: I wrote this, so please don't laugh at the cheesiness and corniness of it.
I love the way he smiles at me
And I like the way he dances to the beat
Maybe it's the way he talks like a ladies man
Because he knows and shows that he can
Sitting at the couch after dark
Maybe there's a tiny spark
And I don't ever want to be apart
He jokes like a clown
He'll cheer me up when I'm down
He makes my head spin round and round
And I love the way he sings to me at night
At the movies he'll show his fright
And maybe we'll go out for a bite
And maybe he will hug me tight
And I love the way he smiles at me
I end the song, and then I make up a drum solo. After a few taps, I go on to the ukulele and strum a few chords scatting a bit.
Then a man comes in and then I stop what I was doing. Oh glob, I probably looked like an idiot.
"Sorry. I just..."
"No worries girl." he smiles, and then I attempt to get out of the room.
Before I'm out the door, I hear something that I regret ever doing.
I love the way he smiles at me...
"Oh no." I say horrified. The guy just smirks at me as he listens.
"Not bad kid. Not bad." he says listening again.
"You can erase that, right?" I ask him hopefully.
"I could. But I won't." he smirks.
"Why not?" I whine.
If anyone finds out, I would never be able to show my face in public ever again. What would the Perfs think of me?
"Think about it. We can't just let this talent go to waste. We need to share it with the world." he says. Wow. That was so cheesy.
"My street cred would be damaged if anyone knew I sang and wrote the song."
"What if no one knew you were you?" he asks.
"What do you mean?"
"We'll give you a stage name. No one has to know who you are. And besides, it's one song. It's not like you need to sing more."
"Wow. Anonymously? Surely, someone will find out who I am."
"So? What's the worst that could happen? I did the same thing to a friend of mine. Of course, his identity was stolen, but-"
"Wait a minute. You're Sean?" I ask him.
"The one and only. Why?"
"Charlie told me about you."
"Oh really? Where is the little fella? I haven't seen him in a while." he says.
"He's been in California-"
"California? What the heck was he doing over there?"
"Long story. Anyways, he's back. And why didn't you claim that Charlie was the real Rags?" I ask him.
"I tried, but no one believed me. People knew I was a friend of Charlie's, so they thought I was a bad guy being backup for Charlie. You know. A fake claim." he explains bluntly.
"People are so stupid."
"It's called fangirl support. As long as 'Rags' has fangirls, nothing will stop him."
"Those fangirls must be Rustin Heiber fans." I grumble.
"What's your name?" he asks me.
"Stevie Baskara."
"Stevie Baskara? The little girl from all those pageants?"
"Yeah." I say bluntly. Glob, I thought everyone forgot about me.
"Well Stevie, to your friends, you may be Stevie, but to the rest of the world, you are Cindy R. Ella."
"Cindy R. Ella? You got to be kidding me."
"Fine. Wanna be called Purple?"
"Cindy's fine. But I doubt anyone will listen to me."
"You don't know that."
"I sang the song, I own it."
"Well sister, guess what? You don't own it. Sure, you have songwriting cred, but you can't take this away from me." he says.
WHAT DOES HE MEAN?
"What?"
"Reggie made you sign that contract, right?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"Well, by him owning your recordings, he meant that he and the guy that works in the recording booth own it." he smirks. I glare at him, but he just chuckles.
"Ha. That death glare reminds me of my ex girlfriend."
"Thanks... I think."
"Anyways, I own the song. Well, at least I can do whatever I want with this song."
"Why the heck was this stupid booth was recording?"
"I guess I forgot to go off the air. Oops." he chuckles.
"Fine. Go ahead and let the world hear me. Just don't let them know it's Stevie Baskara. I don't want anyone knowing that I wrote a girly song."
"Tomboy type, huh? Reputation always comes first when it comes to those girls. Well, I'll be editing this song. There's alot more to songs than scatting and tapping. There's a dessert bar on the fourth floor."
"Yeah, I know. It was nice meeting you Sean."
"Oh, and tell Charlie I said hi."
"I will."
I exit the elevator on the fourth floor, and I go to the colorful looking door at the end of the hall. I peek through the other doors, and I see a bunch of celebrities having meetings with different employees of Majesty Records. I wonder if the employees ever get bored with their jobs?
Once I enter the room, I see Nelson and Kevin stuffing themselves with ice cream sundaes. Right now, they have chocolate syrup and whipped cream all over their faces, along with empty ice cream bowls by their side.
I look in the corner, and I see Zander hunched over a table with jellybeans sprinkling the floor around him. He probably dozed off while he was eating some candy.
"Guys. Guys?" I ask nudging them gently. Wow. And I thought that sugar made you hyper. Apparently, sugar just put these guys into a sugar-induced coma. I sit next to Zander hoping he would wake up.
"Santa?" Zander stirs. I chuckle as I ruffle his hair.
"No. What happened?" I ask him.
"Too... Much... Candy... Free." he smiles as he falls asleep again into my arms. I roll my eyes and rub circles on his back.
"Oh Zander..." I chuckle as I take a better look in the room. The whole room looked like a room from that house in the story Hansel and Gretel. Maybe like one of the scenes in Charlie in the Chocolate Factory? Anyways, it looks cool. Zander's sitting on a pink chair that looks like a cupcake, and Nelson is sitting on an ice cream sandwich love-seat. The walls are painted cotton candy pink, and everything looks so sweet.
I'm going to guess this was a birthday gift for Kadie when she was a little girl or something.
"Guys! Guess who got a date with... Oh." Kacey says bursting in the room noticing Zander in my arms.
"He's asleep." I whisper.
"What happened in here?" she asks.
"Candy turned them into monsters. That's what happened."
"And yet they don't get fat." Kacey says and we chuckle.
"It's a guy thing."
"So... What's up with you and Zander?" Kacey asks sitting next to Kevin, who is currently mumbling about Robin's Weiners.
"Oh nothing much. Just a very awkward pose." I say nonchalantly.
"Something tells me that something's going on between you two! Zevie!" she fangirls. I roll my eyes and scoff at her.
"Just because he's in my arms, it doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah right. He's in your arms. Something is happening." she states. I try not to roll my eyes, but then Kevin adjusts and he leans on Kacey's arm.
A smile appears on my face, but Kacey glares at me. The girl is learning a thing or two from me.
"Something is happening between you and Kevin!" I mock her.
"Shut up."
"Kecey!" I smile.
"Kevin and I are impossible. And if you're gonna ship us, at least have a decent ship name. You know... Like Kavin." she says as she pats the top of Kevin's head.
"It could happen."
"Sure. Like Mr. March and the lunch lady could happen."
"Didn't Mr. March and the lunch lady already-"
"You get the point. Kevin and I aren't incompatible. We aren't meant to be. Besides, I don't like him. He's just a friend." Kacey says with a serious tone in her voice.
"Grace." Nelson mumbles clutching a gigantic lollipop to his chest. He must be dreaming.
"I think we should..."
"Yeah... Let's wake them up." I say as Kacey and I whisper in the guys' ears.
"Zander, someone's stealing your uke."
"Kevin, pizza day is now illegal."
"AHHH!" they scream simultaneously pulling away from us.
"Now to wake up Nelson." I smile deviously as I scream, "GRACE IS HERE!"
"Really? Where?" Nelson asks popping his head up, and then he winces massaging his temples. "Oh... What happened?" he asks.
"I don't know. When I came in here, you guys were asleep. How many sundaes did you guys eat?"
"Hmm... Maybe eight. Or was it ten?" Kevin ponders aloud.
"I was expecting Kevin and Nelson to get sugar high, but seriously? Zander, you should know better." Kacey scolds him.
"Sorry Kacey. This place reminds me of second grade. I remember the good old days when I came in here and ate all the jellybeans."
"And yet you still don't get fat." I chuckle.
"It's a guy thing." he says nonchalantly.
"Let's get out of here. I'm hungry."
"I'm hungry too." Nelson and Kevin say simultaneously.
"But you guys just had candy."
"So we'll skip dessert."
I roll my eyes as we exit the room and head to the first place in mind.
"Guys, we're heading over to The Palace."
A/N: Dun dun dun! That's right! Heading over to The Palace. Stay tuned, because a lot of drama's happening in the next chapter. Any thoughts? Leave a review!
Oh, and did anyone watch Side Effects on YouTube? Must I say, it made me so sad. But I enjoyed the singing. Already downloaded "Bad Day."