Ok so this started off as a serious chapter but, then I had Tasha come in for some tension relief which then led to a little bit of humor and different drama. The next chapter will pick up from where this one ended and go back to the more serious stuff. My problem is if I write it like it comes to me then the story will be done way too fast and what fun is that?
I don't think that I've ever actually said it but rose is from Georgia. I actually don't really know anything about the state since I'm from Texas and never been there but the son "What about Georgia" wouldn't have made as much sense if she wasn't. that being said I don't have her singing specifically country. I use songs from literally a BUNCH of different genres from alternative to country to rock and probably to pop so if you want just imagine it's whatever genre you like. If you want her to be a rock singer than you can imagine they are all rock songs or whatever. In this chapter I made that a little hard because I used ANOTHER Miranda Lambert song (in my defense I had no intentions of using this song in this story at all it just happened) that's pretty country.
Well despite the random changes in this scene I hope you all like it. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed/followed/favorite. You are all amazing!
"Ok well all of the songs you've played are great and all but they really have no emotion or connections. They're party songs. Is that really what you want an album full of?" Dimitri asked the next day sitting in the sound booth. We had actually been getting along pretty well…both avoiding anything that would spark an argument.
"Yes…No…I don't know…." I told him.
"Why don't you know?"
"Well yes I want some fun songs but no I do not want an entire album full of them,"
"Then why is that all you're playing. I know you and you probably have 150 songs better than the ones you've played today. Why are you holding them back?"
"It's not like it's exactly easy!"
"Why isn't it?" he pushed.
"Because you're here!" I half-yelled frustrated. "It's not fair that you just so happen to be my producer! If you don't automatically know what my songs are about you can pretty much guess or you'll of course question me until I tell you and it's just annoying."
"Well look at it this way, even if I wasn't your producer you would sing the songs and I would hear them anyways. We're just skipping a step."
"Ok well how am I supposed to sing songs about you, some of your old friends, my current friends, you're family, what I've gone through since you left in front of you? That's not exactly easy Dimitri!"
"Pretend I'm not here. If you want you can turn around so you don't have to look at me while you sing,"
"But I still know you're there!" In truth I didn't want him to hear my most emotional songs because most were about him. I really don't want to show him how much I was hurt and how much I missed him. I want him to think I've moved on and am perfectly happy without him. I know it's stupid because he would hear the songs anyway but, at least then I wouldn't be staring at him while I sang them and hearing his comments.
"Well no offense but you are going to have to get over it." Right about then the door opened and the infamous Tasha walked in, not that he noticed.
"Well it looks like I have time to adjust, your girlfriends here," I told him pointing surprised she was being so quiet. He turned around and looked shocked. I couldn't hear what they were saying because he had let go of the button that lets me hear what's going on in the booth. I grabbed my guitar and started strumming a few chords softly enough to not interrupt them.
"Hey Rose I'm going to step out for a second, play nice while I'm gone," he warned giving me a stern look. I just rolled my eyes.
"Don't I always?" I asked sarcastically. I wasn't going to even try to go out of my way and be nice to her, and it is NOT out of jealously. I've seen her in interviews and other things where she just gives off a stuck-up conceded vibe. Of course I've always been able to read people well and this time was no different. As soon as he left the booth she walked into the studio with a glare on her face. She crossed her arms and tried her best to look intimidating. I tried to hold back a laugh but failed.
"What are you laughing at bitch?" she snapped which made me laugh even more. I refuse to be affected by her and her stupidity.
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" I asked using a popular expression…at least where I'm from.
"Huh?" she asked giving me a look like I was stupid.
"Sorry was that over your head? I've heard it doesn't take much," I said trying to irritate her.
"shut up country bumpkin," she said.
"Is that supposed to be an insult because it's really not," I told her laying my accent on pretty thick. She's fun to mess with.
"Don't go around thinking you're something special because you're really not. You'll be gone in no time,"
"Really because I'm not so sure Dimitri would agree," I told her. Her glare got even worse, to the point I'm not even sure if her eyes were open anymore.
"You might think he cares but he really doesn't. he came home talking about how annoying you are and how he doesn't even know why he was friends with you let alone dated you. Which I do find it funny that obviously you weren't important to him considering I've never heard him mention you once. Didn't even know who you were until last night."
"Well if you're so confident that I'm not important why are you here checking up on him? If he really has never mentioned me and spent all night complaining about me then why do you care? According to you I'll be gone in no time, why are you so jealous?" I asked her trying not to let her see how her words affected me. part of me immediately wanted to say that she was a complete liar and he would never say those things about me but, it has been years and I don't know him like I used to. I honestly don't know if he cares about me anymore or has any shred of feeling towards me what so ever, especially after the things he said yesterday. I know he was just lashing out because that's the way he is, if he feels hurt he bites back. I also know that he's probably only doing this because it's his job.
"I'm not jealous and never could be of you. You're nothing to me and to Dimitri. I'm beautiful, rich, famous and important. You're ugly, poor, and nothing more than dirt on the bottom of my shoe. There's nothing to be jealous of."
"Then why are you in here trying to intimidate me? Which by the way is not working because honestly you're personality is as fake as your nose, you're a huge bitch, your voice is more annoying than a chainsaw, and your glare is the funniest thing I've seen all day. according to you I'm nothing and you're not jealous and have nothing to be jealous of so why don't you run along and let the professionals work?"
"You're crazy you bitch!" she yelled pissed off.
"Yep, guess I'm just the crazy ex-girlfriend," I said shrugging.
About then Dimitri walked in. Tasha of course decided to play a victim. She ran into the booth and clung to his arm.
"Dimka she was so horrible! She was insulting me and being so hateful!" She said in the most annoying voice ever. I just snorted. "She even said that the only reason she came here was to try and steal you away from me!"
At that the smile was immediately wiped from my face.
"Umm excuse me, I never said that you're a damn liar but I've already told Dimitri I had no idea he worked here," I defended.
"Rose can you stay quiet for a second," he said looking at me before turning back towards Tasha. "I'm sure you weren't completely innocent, why don't we go to my office and we can finish talking about why you're here. Rose stay here and don't get into trouble."
"Aye Aye Comrade," I said sarcastically. He just sighed and walked out pulling Tasha with him. she turned and glared at me again so I took the lady like route and flipped her off.
After they were gone I grabbed my notebook and started writing down lyrics that had popped in my head during our little 'conversation'. About thirty minutes later Dimitri finally came back in while I was strumming away on the guitar.
"Get a handle on your girlfriend finally?" I asked sarcastically not looking away from the guitar.
"I told you to play nice," he said.
"I tried but she attacked first and you know me I have to defend myself. Trust me anything I said she said worse. I honestly have no idea what you see in her."
"Anyway, I see you're working on something. Anything good?" he asked changing subjects.
"Well actually it started off from something Tasha called me earlier. She tried to insult me but, it ended up giving me a hilarious idea so I decided why not turn it into a country/rock song. I am apparently a country bumpkin," I joked. "Wanna hear it?"
"Am I going to regret this?" he asked warily.
"Well it's definitely not true so probably not but, it's also not emotional or anything just a fun crazy kind of song," I said with emphasis on the crazy part.
"Go ahead," he said. I could tell he was curious. I picked up the guitar and started playing.
"This was inspired by my country roots and jealous girlfriends," I said with a wink. I wish Tasha was here to see me sing this song.
It took me 5 bars, some 30 license plates
I saw her mustang
And my eyes filled up with rage
I brought my pistol but I ain't some kinda fool
So I walked right in bare-handed
She was on his arm while he was playing pool
Just like I used to do
She kissed him while I got a beer
She didn't think I'd show up here
I'm a crazy ex girlfriend
I watched her for awhile but I didn't like her walk
Came across kinda cheap to me
But hey hows that my fault
She looked at my man like he didn't have on a stitch
Somebody tell that girl
Step up to the plate
I wanna Pitch
(Little Bitch)
Those pretty girls can play their game
But they're damn well gonna know my name
I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend
I started throwing things and I scared folks half to death
I got up in his face smelled whiskey on his breath
Didn't give a second thought to being thrown in jail
Cause baby to a hammer everything lookes like a nail
I was mad as hell
Those pretty girls they're all the same
But they're damn well gonna know my name
I'm a crazy Ex-Girlfriend
I'm a crazy Ex-Girlfriend
I'm a crazy Ex-Girlfriend
I'm a crazy Ex-Girlfriend
When I got done I looked at Dimitri and grinned. He shook his head.
"It's going to be a ride isn't it?" he asked exasperated.
"Oh yes," I told him.