I'm so sorry that I haven't been as active. I promise I will never give up this story. I hope you're still with me. Let me know if you want it to continue. I would like to!

I've been so nervous to come into the studio this morning. I have no idea how Damon is going to act. Will he take pity on me and not mention it at all? I doubt it, this is Damon Salvatore. Plus, I'm not stupid, that song was pretty good and as my producer he'll bring it up at the very least for that reason. After I got home yesterday I wrote a little power ballad for myself so that I would hopefully have enough nerve to walk in there today. I've been singing in the car the whole way here and now here I am, at the studio. One more round and then I have to walk in.

"You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud, not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away"

Alright, walk through the door Elena. Last thing you want is to be late and give him another thing to berate you for. There he is. Facing away from me in the middle of our studio. He's not turning around. He definitely heard me. I wasn't quiet. I mean what's the point of putting it off any longer?

I clear my throat, "Morning, Damon."

"Hey, so I've been thinking…" he starts. Oh shit here we go, "…that song you were playing yesterday doesn't really keep with the tone and message we've been going for so far so let's put it on the backburner for now, okay? No need to work on something that's not worthwhile at the moment with the due date for your demo so soon." What?

"Umm… okay. Sure, whatever you think." He still hasn't turned around. "Is that all?" Oh no. Why, why would you ask Elena? He was letting you off the hook and you push? Uhh.

"Yep. Can we get back to working on something worthwhile now?"

"Yeah, right, sure." Nice, Elena. Real smooth.

She's finally gone and I can breathe. God, I need a drink. Lucky I keep a bottle of bourbon in my office. So, she starts off today standing outside the door for almost 15 minutes making her just on time for our session this morning. That was more than frustrating. I was so close to just going out there and dragging her into the studio myself but I held my own long enough. Then she acts all innocent with those doe eyes of hers, waiting for me to speak. She was the one who ran out on me the night before. Shouldn't I be waiting for an explanation? An apology even?

It hadn't even occurred to me until she ran out of there that the song could be about me. I mean I know the effect I have on most women but her? She's different. I always assumed she thought me more asshole than sexy ass. Well, not enough to write a song about. Not one that good anyway. And then I did the unthinkable; I let her off the hook. Whilst yes, it would have been nice to see her squirm for a bit as I dragged the information out of her, it would have made our relationship difficult this close to demo due date. It's a crucial point in deciding if she actually has a career ahead of her and there's no need for her mind to be in more places than it needs to be. So, now I'm here, in my office, drinking. Shit. That was the last of the bourbon. Guess it's time for me to find a bar.

I end up back at the bar that I first heard her sing at. They had good alcohol here and right now, that's all I need. The minute I'm inside the door I scope out at least four women that I think I could flirt into taking home tonight but it all seems to hard and they all seem too... blonde. I suddenly think I have a thing for brunettes. Let's try and find some of those.

Something brings me out of my daydream. Or should I say waking actually dream considering it's nearing 1am and I'm still up. Crazy ringing. Who would be calling me at this hour? It's Matt.

"Hey Matt. Everything okay?"

"Hey Lena, sorry to call you this late. Were you asleep?"

"No, actually. What's up?"
"It's Damon."
"Damon? As in my producer Damon? That Damon?"

"Yeah, he's at Ric's and I'm closing up but he's pretty messed up and I didn't know who else to call. Can you come pick him up or tell me the address to send him to in a cab?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure Matt. No worries, I'm on my way now." Sure enough I show up at Ric's bar 15 minutes later and there he is. My producer, drunk as a skunk, is holding onto a bottle of whisky for dear life. He spots me.

"ELENA!" He sounds oddly happy, and confused. I wave and walk over to Matt who hands me Damon's keys.

"Thanks for coming."

"No worries. Think you could help me pry him away from that bottle long enough to get him in my car?"

"Yeah sure." With some bickering, coercion and heavy lifting on Matt's part, Damon is finally inside my car.

"I'm perfectly capable of finding a ride home myself you know," he says sloppily.

"Yes, I assume you usually are. Struck out tonight Salvatore?"

"No. Just, nothing interesting enough for me," He reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, "So gorgeous." And then he's out.

"Damon?... Damon?... Jesus, how am I meant to get you out of this car on my own?" Luckily, I didn't have to. I arrived at Damon's house (mansion I could probably say) to find someone else pulling up at the same time.

"Hi. Umm... Is that my brother passed out in your front seat?"

"Umm… yeah. Do you think you could lend me a hand?"

"Right, sure." Eventually, we get Damon inside onto the couch in the living room. It's the most insane house I've ever been into. So huge and un-Damon like. I always pictured he would live in a studio apartment somewhere with nothing but a mattress on the floor and alcohol and guitars stocking the place. This was something else.

"I'm sorry that you had to see him like this but, thank you for bringing him home in one piece."

"No worries. What's an artist for if not to pick up her producer when he's drunk."

"Oh, so you must be Elena. I'm Stefan. Damon's brother." He holds his hand out for me to shake.

"He didn't tell me he had a brother." I shake Stefan's outstretched hand.
"Well, Damon's not one to brag." He smiles with closed lips. Like there's a secret in that comment.

"Well, I should get going. Nice to meet you Stefan."

"Great meeting you too Elena." Stefan moves to lead me out of the house, I reach to the coffee table to leave Damon's keys for him when he rolls over and I hear him humming the tune to the song I played for him yesterday. I freeze.

"You okay Elena?" Stefan asks.

"Yeah, fine. See you around." I smile as I leave and get into my car but I know I will be driving home to a room where I will get no sleep because all my brain can currently seem to bounce between are these two facts: he had remembered my song enough to be humming it when drunk and the skin by my neck can't stop tingling from where he touched it.

I hope you liked it! The song is 'Titanium' by David Guetta featuring Sia. I hope I did okay with Damon's POV. Let me know if you liked and want more or if you'd prefer to stick with Elena! Love xx