| Chapter 1 |
| Christian sat uncomfortably staring out the window across the conference room. "Hey blondie, pay attention!" A husky bearded man called. "Huh?" Christian suddenly looked up coming out of a daze, "What Jerry?" "I know this is boring, but I need to go over this contract with you so you guys can sign and we can start writing and recording you." Jerry said getting back to reading the contract aloud. Christian looked across the shiny black table at Mark and Ste, his bandmates, who were playing tic-tac-toe and taunting each other's every move. "Guys! Please pay attention. Carlee is bringing pizza for you in a while and you can have a break then." Jerry comprimised. "Yes! PIZZA!" Came three shouts in unison. Christian ran his fingers through his blonde, spiky hair as he stared at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Mark, Ste, and Christian spent the next twenty minutes making faces at each other, having paper-ball fights, and making paper airplanes. Suddenly a petite girl with long dark hair walked past the window. "Wow, she's pretty hot!" Ste commented. "I would like to tap that!" Christian said grinning. "Hey! Knock that off!" Jerry yelled sternly to the boys. "Why? Isn't it about time for a break anyway?" Mark defended. "Yes, actually it is. But that is my daughter you are drooling over. All three boys started laughing. The door opened and in walked the girl holding a pizza box. *** *** *** *** *** *** It was Monday morning and my father already had me running dumb errands that a pizza boy should've been doing. I know, I know that I work for him. But, when I signed on I was supposed to be working the sound board in the recording studio and producing, not picking up pizzas for my "daddy". I grabbed the pizza off the seat next to me, paid the cab driver and gave my change to a beggar on the curb. That's New York City for you! When I got upstairs I walked into the conference room. "Hi, here's your pizza." I said setting the box on the table. "This is my daughter, Carl." My dad said presenting me. "Carlee." I corrected him going around the table to shake hands with everyone. "I was expecting some old secretary lady to come in here and bring us the pizza." A cute brunette guy announced in a cute English accent. "Sorry to disappoint you!" I said. All three boys just shook their heads. "I think we will get over it in time," The blonde one said, "Well look the time is now." "Thank you Carlee. Oh, and stay away from these ones." Jerry said pointing to Mark, Ste, and Christian. "Ok, I will be sure to!" Carlee giggled. "By the way, this is Ste, that's Mark and there is Christian." My father said pointing to each of the three boys seated at the table. "Nice to meet all of you." I said winking and making my way out leaving to door to fall shut behind me. *** *** *** *** "Christian, come on we are going to be late!" Mark yelled. "Chris, we can't be late! This is our first day of recording." Ste argued. Christian came walking out of his bedroom and into the living room. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Fine. You guys just go over to the studio and I will meet you there. Tell them I wasn't feeling well or something." Christian sighed sleepily. "Sure, but hurry up." Mark said as he followed Ste out the door. *** *** *** *** Christian walked up to the door of the tall building and pressed the intercom button. "Um, hello can you let me in?" Christian spoke into the intercom. "Name?" Asked the secretary. "Christian Burns." "Come in." The secretary spoke as the door unlocked. Christian walked into the elevator and tapped his foot impatiently to the soothing music. 'DING' The elevator bell rang as the elevator came to a stop and Christian walked out through the doors. As he walked toward the studio he passed the the secretary's desk. |