This chapter is short too but I promise they will get longer! Since it's so short I gave you some DPOV…
A few days later I found myself in a meeting with one of the heads of a record company. Christian had been telling the truth and apparently the guy in charge, don't know who he is yet, liked my stuff that Christian secretly recorded. Right now I was meeting with a lady named Alberta, the co-president or something like that.
"So if you agree we have a meeting set up with a producer for you to let him hear some of your stuff. Don't worry your friend, Christian and I will be in there so you don't be nervous, we already love your music." She said with a warm smile.
"Let's do it!" I said with an answering smile. She led me to a glass studio. The sound booth had wooden walls but a glass panel so you could see into the studio part and sitting at the middle of the sound board was the face I hoped I wouldn't be seeing for a long time, Dimitri Belikov. I knew he still worked in the music business and put out a new record every now and then (I would never admit it out loud but I have every album he's released in a box in my closet at the apartment…well never say never) but, I had no idea where he was living or working for that matter. I see him in tabloids a lot with his bimbo looking Barbie girlfriend but I usually ignore those.
"We're going to wait in the booth, go in when you're ready," Alberta said bringing Christian along with her. Lissa saw my look and stopped to ask me what's wrong.
"That's Dimitri…the guy I told you about…" I told her, I'm not sure I had ever told her his name for the sake of my own dignity so of course her jaw dropped in surprise.
"THAT'S HIM? You're EX is Dimitri BELIKOV!?" She asked partly excited and partly surprised.
"Can you be any louder?" I whisper yelled. "Yes that's the one who abandoned me and his family for fame and bimbos."
"That jerk! And I actually liked him!" she exclaimed. That's what I have come to love about her, she automatically always has her friends backs even if it was against a huge celebrity. "Well go in there and blow his mind. He hasn't looked up once from his phone so you have the element of surprise."
"Sure," I said with a half-smile. Honestly right now I wasn't sure how to feel. There really was no nerves because all of my other emotions were taking up too much space. I'm excited to see him again after all of these years, once again stunned by his looks…not that that's unusual, he is VERY attractive…but, mostly I feel anger, frustration, and a little bit of hate. The negative emotions were outweighing the positives 10 to 1. I wanted to punch him, slap him, kick, bite scream…anything to cause him as much pain as he's caused me but, unfortunately I have to act mature…for the most part. Plus I don't think I could ever put him through as much pain as he put me through, no matter how bad I hate him. I would never wish that on anybody. Instead I guess I'll go sing and let him know some of the emotions raging through me.
I opened the door pulled my acoustic/electric guitar out of the case and went over to the stool, he hasn't looked up once. I saw Lissa glaring at Dimitri and gave a little laugh.
"Start whenever you like we have all day," Dimitri said sarcastically still not looking up. Instead of replying I just strummed the guitar and started singing not once looking away from Dimitri.
Dimitri POV:
I'm sitting here waiting for this new artist who is supposed to be "amazing", playing on my phone. I hear the door open and immediately know it's Alberta and Chris so I don't look up just mutter a 'Morning' to them keeping my eyes on the newest game I found.
Truth be told I'm not really looking forward to this new artist. I hate working with girls. They are either overly confident, annoying, seeking attention, or slutty and always trying to hook up with me.
I heard somebody clear their throat..it was female and didn't sound like Alberta so I looked up to see who it was. It's some blonde glaring at me. What's her damn problem? I look over to the studio and see a girl bent over getting a guitar out…well she has a nice ass…that's a plus. I quickly went back to my game. I heard her laugh and quickly shut her up…I was not going to deal with one of those giggling school girls who annoy the crap out of me….then she started singing….
"You draw it out like a highway
With every word you'd say"
That voice sounds familiar…I look up and my heart stops. Standing there is the girl I left behind 5 years ago…Rose. She's glaring me down with that pissed off look of hers and I can't blame her. Did she know I worked here? Did she plan this?
Excuses for the answers that you lack
Your mama's still the steady ground
you walk on every day
And your daddy's still the monkey on your back
Did you find all you thought you'd find out in the wild, wild west
You took a little piece of home and you threw away the rest
Immediately I had a feeling I know who this songs about…who else could it be?
You say you're livin' on the edge
and I think you're hangin' from a ledge
Too scared to hold the hand
that wants to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be
by the time that you turned 23?
Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son
She's at home and she's been prayin' for ya
So what about Georgia?
I saw your sister yesterday
Paul's eight and on his way
Looking for some shoes that he can fill
He said that he'd be just like you
the coolest guy he ever knew
And he'd find you when
he lost his training wheels
I looked in his big brown eyes
and I saw you again
He's hungry for a life he ain't ready to begin
The lyrics hit hard especially when she mentioned Paul but I kept my face blank. He wants to be like me? He barely knows me…I know that's my fault…I just can't face them…not after….No I won't go there.
You say you're livin' on the edge
And I think you're hangin' from a ledge
Too scared to hold the hand
That wants to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be
By the time that you turned 23?
Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son
She's at home and she's been prayin' for ya
So what about Georgia?
I guess you didn't realize it'd take you quite this long
To figure out that being free is right where you belong
You say you're livin' on the edge
And I think you're hangin' from a ledge
Too scared to hold the hand
That wants to help you up
HEY! Are you the man you thought you'd be
by the time that you turned 23?
Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son
She's at home and she's been prayin' for ya
So what about Georgia?
What about Georgia? yeah
What about Georgia Georgia? Yeah
What about Georgia?
"By the way if he's my producer I'm out," she said looking towards Alberta. Even though I knew she was just angry and I couldn't blame her, her song and statement hurt. So what does my dumbass do? Hurt right back. Before I knew what was happening my mouth was moving and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"Like you're any better!" Shit! Well there blows my chance at forgiveness! This might turn out to be a long day
Song: "What About Georgia" Miranda Lambert