A/N: Hey Guys! Here you go, this is a very long one, but any hooo, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer, I do not own A&A if I did, well it would be awesome. I don't own any of the songs mentioned, or bands, or artists.
With Love, Mimi
"What brings you here?" Jimmy asks, leaning back in his chair. He's studying me closely. It gives me chills; this man has a lot of nerve.
I smile, and lean forward, "Let's not trouble ourselves with formalities, Jimmy. We both know each other . . . well."
He smiles, there is something so wrong with it, like a flower dipped in poison. "That is certainly true, Ally. Still I am very busy man, with a busy schedule. You're very lucky that I accepted your offer, usually it takes four months to process the paperwork."
"Well the receptionist knew me, you did nothing more than mindlessly stamp my paper," I say smugly, I open my hands in wide gesture, "And you have more clients! That's fantastic, after that scandal I tho-"
"Why are you here Ally?" he said sternly.
"Don't we both already know," I said quickly, narrowing my eyes.
"What happened to your hair?" he asked lazily.
"It endured three years of blonde hair dye, and still looks fantastic," I say confidently, "What happened to yours?"
He scowled; he never liked the old joke, or the bald jokes. I had pulled out a few envelopes. He eyed them curiously at first, and then smirked. Slimy bastard.
"I see you finally found the letters," he said, smirking.
I had dropped the journal, frantically looking for the box. I pulled down one box, one box turned into five, five turned into fifteen, fifteen turned twenty-five. Pictures, music sheets, years books, letters, journals, books covered the small lockers floor. I tore down every box it wasn't in here.
"How!" I scream, I was upset, no that's a understatement, I was frantic. Where could it possibly be!
I spent the rest of the next two hours organizing the locker, and putting the boxes back. I finished my hair was plastered to my neck, my shirt was soaked with sweat, I took my iPod out of the dock and slid it into my back pocket, then turned off the light. I locked the locker door, then jogged out of the basement, the lobby, was bright, I blinked a few times before my vision became clear. I rubbed my eyes, probably still red from the locker, I sighed and walked to the stairs.
I tore through every drawer, every box, every cabinet, even the air vents, every possible place that box. It was nowhere, I tore the house to pieces. I kicked a pile of shirts that littered the floor, I stomped the floor. I checked the time and let out a line of profanities. I pulled off my shirt and toed my shoes off. I ran into the bathroom and quickly did my hair, and then applied my make up finishing it off with red lipstick. I walked back into my room and ruffled through clothes to find my skin tight, leather pants. After a task and few getting on the pants, I pulled on a push up bra, and then the tight tank top that had Sailor Girl across the front. I put on Trish's Louboutin Stilettos. I grabbed a jacket and my bag and rushed to work.
Every time when the boss comes in the girls dress in there "nicest" outfits. That consists of mini-skirts, booty short, heels, and the smallest shirts. Ashley had on her red heels, with a miniskirt, and her Sailor Girl crop top. Marge had a pair of red high waited shorts, ripped fishnets, wedged back heels, and a ripped up Sailor Girl shirt. Sailors is the best club in Miami, they had the hottest girls, the best drinks, the best and a flawless V.I.P. section. The owner had clubs all over, there was one in every major city in the U.S.
The girls were frantic, they were running around fixing hair, fixing makeup, fixing tops, fix aprons, I walked in and they swarmed around me. I was known in this club for being the leader, the girls looked up to me. So I took it as an honor. I put my bag in my office, locked the door, and then tied my apron around my waist.
"Line up girls!" I yelled, I could see that my voice rang in each girls ears because not only but a millisecond later was each girl standing at attention.
"It is exactly six o'clock, and the boss would be arriving at 6:50 with his two assistants. By then we need have to have the private room in order, thirteen and thirteen only hot girls in there, one bartender and two waitresses, and six body guards. Who thinks they are able to handle this? Remember, you are representing everyone," I lectured, they all looked nervous as they should be.
"Um Miss?" one of the newer girls squeaked. I raise my eyebrows at her and she gulped nervously, "I think you and Marge should be the waitresses and Seth should be the bartender."
I contemplated it for a few minutes, I looked over at Marge she nodded confidently. I nodded and sent the girls out to get the club ready. Marge sighed and shook her head at me, "Here we go again."
The bell rang and he was here.
It was a long night so far, lots of the girls were drunk and dancing shamelessly on the small dance floor in the V.I.P. room. It was 11:30 and Marge and I were relieved, the boss was really needy tonight. Every twenty minutes was a new drink, every fifteen minutes was a new request. We were the "top girls" he had told us, he was expecting more than the rest of the staff. We waited back at the bar with Seth, he was thoroughly annoyed, he was making drinks every five minutes by himself, and it was things that weren't even on the board behind him. Several girls came up and demanded some kind of drink called a Utah Tornado, it consisted of whiskey and cactus berry extract. She was too drunk to notice so Seth just used cherry. She seemed fine because she chugged it then sauntered over to the dance floor. We all contained our laughter because we needed to look "professional" but really for shit sake we worked in a bar.
Finally the boss gave us the signal and we ushered the drunken bunch of girls out, then lined up to be evaluated. He started with Seth, he did a fantastic job of keeping everyone drunk and cheerful. Marge apparently looked drop dead sexy and was a beautiful young lady that has amazing work ethic.
"And Ally, my sweet, sweet Ally. You're still tough as nails I see," he said, he always thought me as sweet. I didn't agree but I just wanted the final observation so I played along.
"Wouldn't have it any other way Mr. Hawk Eyes," I say.
"That's my girl, you did perfect as always," he said then began his professional stride to the door, "I'll be back in a week for the second part of evaluation."
And with that he was gone, we broke into smiles after he left.
"And with that I pronounce Denny's!" Marge announced.
We had this tradition that we went to Denny's after we had evaluation. We gathered our stuff punched in our times then headed to Denny's. Our waitress showed us to the usual booth.
We all got coffee, Marge smiled lazily at me, "What?"
"It's nice to have you back Ally," she sighed happily, Seth nodded in agreement.
"What do you mean?" what do mean 'have me back'?
"You used to be like what you were today, rebellious, cocky, a smartass, a badass! But ever since that blonde boy came to the club that day you changed, you became more reserved, more quiet, more responsible. You used to not care if you got in trouble, because you knew they would never fire you. But tonight we saw the old you shine through, everyone was getting worried," she said, pleased.
Did I really change? I keep hopping back to my old old self, then my old self, now this. I honestly didn't know who I was anymore. I sipped the black coffee, hoping it would give me clarity. It didn't.
This is going to be a problem.
I sighed and dropped everything on the kitchen floor, we managed to somehow spend four hours at Denny's. It was fun, but I was mentally freaking out, I totally forgot about the letters. And I was freaking about my impersonality. I turned the handle on the kitchen sink and stuck my hands under the cool flow of water. I ran my fingers through my hair, and started walking over the hardwood floors to my bedroom.
The nice thing about hardwood is that when you wear heels, you here the click, click of you heels. I smiled at the sound, it was one of the many noises I enjoyed, I made it half way there when another noise entered the clicks. It was a hollow noise, I have been playing piano since I was born practically, noises are my everything. And this was hollow. My thoughts raced, why was this spot hollow I walked parallel to my bedroom door to see if the noise was universal.
It wasn't. I peeled my heels off, and sprinted to my pantry. I pulled out a hammer and then rushed back to the spot but then stopped. Was I really about to pull up a board with a hammer, I sighed and dropped it next to my feet. Not a hammer but a butter knife. I pulled one out of my drawer then ran to the spot. I took the small butter knife and traced it around the board, now that I looked at it closer, I saw that the grooves around the wood was deeper than the others like someone had been under here before. I smiled proudly when I finally pried the wooded from the floor, I put one hand on the handle of butter knife which I had jammed under the floor boards, the other hand was braced against the floor. I experimentally added pressure to the handle, the floor moaned in resistance, I licked my lips nervously then added more pressure, then it gave a little, the board lifted just a tad just enough to catch a glimpse of metal, that's all I need to apply the last bit of pressure until the board practically jumped into my hands. I moved the heavy board then looked into the cavity in the floor. A shiny ammo steel box rested at the bottom. I sighed happily then reached and picked it up. I left the board on the floor and walked into my room, I opened the box on my bed. Letters filled the box, each one addressed to me, each one from the same person. All except one. I pumped my fist in the air in a silent victory.
Two hours later with new information burned behind my eyes, I woke this morning and I woke with a new view. I woke with a new plan. I woke with a new feeling to accomplish revenge, even though I didn't get a blink of sleep.
"Why yes I did Jimmy, and what interesting information they had contained with them," I smiled, he had a hurricane coming, but he was calm. Always calm before a storm, isn't that the saying.
"Oh and what was that," he asked nonchalantly, "I never got around to reading them."
"That's a shame isn't it, they were very interesting. Things about Kira," he straightened at her name, "Things about L.A., things about you. It was all quite interesting."
"What about Kira?" he asked quickly.
"As you know Austin and I just finished making an album, and we need a record album to promote it," I informed him, taking out the CD and the packet of lyrics placing them in front of him. He didn't glance twice at them, his eyebrows were furrowed together.
I had him right where I wanted him, I must have smirked because he went straight face and then flipped through the packet of lyrics. He shook his head, laughing.
"I already told you Ally, you will never have a career in the music industry, and if you try I will ruin you, I thought you read the letter," he said, he was deeply annoyed.
I stayed quiet for awhile, as if I was sad, upset, it was all just the presence, "It's a shame about Kira, she was such a nice girl."
He clenched his jaw, biting back the words, he knew I had power he wasn't too stupid to push his jurisdiction over me.
"You never told me she had a son," his vein showed at his temple, "When she was around she never brought up that she had been pregnant. The poor girl, had to drop out of 8th grade!"
"You shut your mouth," he ground out, his hands forming fists.
"And the father, one of your own artists, wasn't he one of your favorites, I looked him up. He lost the label after the baby was born, such a waste of talent. I heard no one would take him. And Kira! If anyone knew, she would lose her label and surely her career!" my voice was glazed with a mocking nature, sheer with it.
"You better shut up or so help me god-" he yelled, standing up swiftly.
"Or you'll what!" I stood, slamming my hands on the table, "There is nothing on me, theses past three years I have been employed, I have had a steady flow of money, I have had a apartment! It would be a shame if this little scandal got out, it would throw you already shit label father into the dumps! So you have one of two options, you listen to my offer, or your poor, poor daughter's scandal is nationwide news by twelve!"
He sits, his jaw still clenched, but he knows his defeat. I try to contain my smile, I sit carefully, take a breath and begin, "We both know how the music industry works Jimmy. If a major label, like yours used to be, gets a big time artist to consider it, then others will fight to get that artist to get their label signed. What we need to do is announce that Austin is considering Starr Records as a walk down memory lane or something along those lines. Other labels want Austin, but are too scared of his ending contract. But, once they see you were his first choice, it will be a frenzy to see who gets him."
Jimmy was silent for a long time, I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
"Its flawless," he said slowly, his eyes were wide with disbelief, "How did you . . ."
"I'm not stupid Jimmy, now let's get started."
"Ally?" Trish asked when I walked into the room that we were in yesterday, "Why did you want us here? Are you still mad?"
"Ya Ally we are so sorry," Austin added.
"Ya really Ally this is all you work we are so sorry," Dez says sincerely.
I didn't say anything, I just turned on the T.V. that I had already turned to the news.
"Breaking news, big hit Pop Star Austin Moon has been out of a record label for quite some time now but this morning Ally Dawson appeared in a emergency meeting of the local representatives of record companies. Later this morning after the meeting Capital Records, Holly Wood Records, NY Records, and many other major companies demanded to have Austin Moon. We just interviewed Ally, she said to have no comment and would be getting back to us after Austin had chosen a label. We also contacted Jimmy Starr the owner of Starr Records, he said that he wanted Austin back. This caused major conflict between the leading Record Companies. The question is:
Who will Austin choose?"
I clicked the T.V. off, the three had the mouths agape in shock. Austin phone started ringing, and who was it from, none other than Capital Records. It ended, then Austin closed his mouth.
"What? How is this even possible? How did you . . ."
"Because I'm not stupid, now who are we choosing."
They didn't seem to hear me, but Trish broke a smile, she had tears in her eyes, "That's my girl."
Dez nodded in agreement and Austin leaned up a little and kissed my jaw, because that is just how tall he is.
"Thank you, I love you Als," he murmured against my jaw.
I smiled then open my hands in a wide gesture, "Never. Doubt me."
They all nodded, there guilty looks returning.
April 7
Dear Ally,
I'm so sorry to have to write you this, but I'm leaving. I know that I should come see you but I don't know if I can see that heart break. They said that I can't bring you guys, not even you. I'm sorry for the things I said yesterday, I never will mean anything that I said yesterday. I need you more then you could ever imagine. They aren't the nicest of people, they are actually really demanding. My parents weren't able to move either, since I'm going to be 18 soon they said I was "practically" an adult.
Ally I never got to tell you how much I love you. You are my everything, you fill my dreams, my thoughts, every song I sing I'm thinking about you. You are my whole world. And I'm so sorry that I have to leave. I'll write every day, I promise. Please get this.
With All My Love,
Austin
"Just be darling and I will be too. Faithful to you."
-Pearl Jam Faithful
July 10th
Dear Ally,
Today I played at the staples center, next week is Madison Square Garden! It's our dream Ally! Everyone screaming your name, it such a rush, you would have loved it.
I miss you, why do you never write back. Jimmy said I should date Kira to boost my publicity, everyone is calling us The Couple. But you should be in my arms, we should be The Couple. Do you still love me? I still love you. They won't let me contact you, I don't know why. They said that you called and said you hated me, and I believed that because I was horrible to leave. I would hate me too. But then they said that I was nothing to you and that you never cared about me, I didn't believe that. That can't be true, I have done some bad things but I would never in a million years know you to stop caring. Maybe one day we will met again, and I maybe able to fix this.
I so sorry Ally, I love you.
With so much love,
Austin
"Love lasts more than one day."
-The Rolling Stones, Not Fade Away
November 29
Dear Ally,
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ALS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
You are finally 18, my god. You were just turning 17 the last I remember. I miss you! I wish I was there with you right now, you are probs partying. I'm in Europe right now, I'm getting you a Saint Columbus necklace, I think that's not the name. You would love Europe, I promise to take you here one day. Kira won't leave me alone. She tags along everywhere. Like I know we are supposed to be "dating" but it's getting annoying. Now if you were here I would carry you everywhere, take you to every store, every site, every country in you wanted.
We have a new song writer and the company, she's so impersonal, and she doesn't want to have a conversation at all. She doesn't let me help with the music, she just hands me some lyrics and they send me off to record. I miss the Team Austin Meetings, I just miss us. Nothing seems personal anymore and I hate it, this isn't me. This isn't what we all planned. I'm sorry for leaving, just four more years.
I love you, I'm sorry Alls.
With all the love in the world,
Austin
"If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you."
Led Zeppelin, Thank You
April 10
Dear Ally,
Three more years until I get to love you again, to hold you again, to kiss you, to smell you, to feel you, to see, to be with you. I miss your warmth, I miss your smile, I miss your laugh, I miss the way your eyes light up when you giggle. I miss the way your fingers dance over the keys, the way you would get lost in a song, I miss the way you would Look at me when you finished the last lyric. I miss getting lost in your eyes, I miss your dancing, I miss the late night movie nights we used to have, I miss when we used to sneak out of sleep over's with Dez and Trish together and go look at the stars. I miss you
I miss you
It feels like its eating away in my insides. I stay up some nights, just thinking about you. Ally I can't do this without you.
I'm sorry, I love you.
All my love,
Austin
"Where are you and I'm sorry
I cannot sleep tonight I cannot dream tonight"
Blink 182, I Miss You
July 20
Dear Ally,
Today Jimmy called; he said that I can't contact you. If I tried, he would tell my record label. I won't stop though I never will.
Never forget me, one day I will be there. One day in three years, I will hold you, and NEVER let you go.
I love you Ally.
Love Love Love Love,
Austin
"Life is short so love the one you got."
Sublime, What I Got
November 29
Dear Ally,
YOUR 19, Oh My God!
My love you are now a 19 year old lady. You must be sooooooooooo beautiful, you will always be beautiful, even when your old and dieing. But Your 19 beautiful.
THE BEST OF WISHES TO YOU MY LOVE!
I LOVE YOU!
I'm SO DRUNK, I'm SORRY!
Love you,
Austin
"Don't let this memory fade away."
I have no freaking clue
April 17
Dear Ally,
Two More years, love. Then we can be together.
I love you.
With my love,
Austin
"Come as you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend
As an old enemy."
Nirvana, come as you are
November 29
Dear Ally,
Twenty! Twenty! These years are flying by, I miss you so much. I miss you like a dog misses his owner. You own me, you control me body and soul. As you birthday gift, I broke up with Kira. Did you know she had a kid, in 8th grade. She had to drop out. The kid lives with her grandma. She never sees him, he doesn't even know kira is her mom. The father was a artist on a contact at starr records.
Funny right.
Have fun tonight, be safe.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
With all the love,
Austin
"Dear Lover,
Do you remember?
The beats of my heart that I gave you
And that was all
I need to fall in love with you."
Foo Fighters
April 4
Dear Ally,
I've decided that writing on these days is irrelevant, so
Two more years!
I'm sorry.
I love you.
All my love,
Austin
"All of my love to you."
Led Zeppelin, All My Love
November 29
Dear Ally,
Today Als, you are officially 21. Its amazing, it fantastic. I'm so proud of you. That came out wrong, but I can't wait to see you soon. I miss you with all the love of one thousand beasts. That was dramatic.
Any way here's a song:
You make me weep, I wanna die
Just when you said we'd try
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other
When I'm alone all by myself
You're out with someone else
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other
You're tearin' me apart
Oh every, everyday
You're tearin' me apart
Oh girl what can I say? You're tearin' me apart
It won't be long girl, till you're alone
When your lover, oh, he hasn't come home
Cause he's lovin' oo, he's touchin',
He's squeezin' another
He's tearin' you apart
Oh, every, everyday
He's tearin' you apart
Oh girl what can you say?
Cause he's lovin', touchin' another
Now it's your turn, girl to cry
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
With love,
Austin
"Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'."
Journey, Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'
December 28
Dear Ally,
Today I'm quitting my contract, I hate this and their bullshit is getting to become too much.
I'm sorry
Love you
I cant wait to see you.
Love,
Austin
"You make me feel like a natural women."
A Natural Women, Aretha Franklin
January 3
Dear Ally,
Today I got back to Miami
You weren't at the airport
I didn't see you.
You weren't around.
So that lead me to believe that you either didn't come on purpose.
Or you never got these letters.
I think you never got them.
So that makes me wonder, what are you going to think when we meet again. You will be angry, because I never apologized for leaving. And that I left.
But little don't you know,
That I spent every day of the past three years, apologizing everyday and hating myself for leaving.
I'm sorry.
I love you
I love you,
Austin
"I must confess, those little red panties, they pass the test. Slide up around the belly, face down on the mattress."
Third Eye Blind, Semi-Charmed Life
You always loved that one part
January 4
Dear Ally Dawson,
This is Jimmy Starr. These are all from Austin. He stopped writing. Do not make contact with him. If you ever try to contact him, I will make your life hell.
If you ever try to seek fame, I will end any chance of any career.
You never had a chance.
Sincerely,
Jimmy Starr
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