have finally moved on from the girl that you used to be.
“Cool . How’s Saturday for you?”
“Saturday it is!”
Tyler leaves and I am exhausted. It’s still early and I have a few hours yet before Mr Gucci comes over to talk music. So I make way into my new room and I flop down onto the extra soft bed. I pull the covers over my body and I quickly drift into a deep sleep.
There is a loud knock at the door. I jump up in terror. I stumble across the bedroom floor and I push my way through the open door. The knock persists and I run across the living room floor towards the front door. I stand on my tip-toes and I frown when I see Jonathan standing in hallway. Crap why did I have to sleep for so long? I run my fingers through my knotted hair and I smooth out my white shirt. He knocks again and I reluctantly pull open the door. He smirks when he sees me and I gasp. Why does he have to look so good? He is flawless in his dark slim fit jeans and Gucci high-tops. His smile is wicked as he greets me.
“Wow . What’s up with you?”
“I was sleeping. Sorry if my appearance isn't up to your standards.” he sighs at me as he pushes his way into the apartment. I scowl. Man he's annoying. I follow him into the living room. He flops himself down onto the sofa removing his brown leather jacket to reveal a tight polo shirt. He folds his arms across his chest as he stares at me. I feel a little uneasy but I try to maintain my composure. I sit down next to him on the sofa. He smiles and turns to face me. I blush and his smile deepens.
“So let’s talk music.” I say trying to bring the focus away from my fiery cheeks.
“Okay well there are a few things that I would like to go over with you.”
“Okay shoot.”
“Your tone for starters, it's a little up and down. You have good balance, but all the karaoke has made your voice lazy. You miss out words because it’s convenient. Pronunciation is everything. What's the point in singing if the listeners don't know what you’re saying?” I take a deep breath. It's hard to hear criticism, but he is the professional. He knows what's right and wrong and I need to take all of his advice on board.
“Okay so what do you suggest I do then?”
“I've already called the best vocal coach I know. I have arranged a meeting with her tomorrow.”
“Okay . Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, there's plenty.”
“We'll go on then.”
“You're a pushy little thing aren't you?” I press my lips together. Is he flirting with me? “You have a good style. I like that your voice has depth. And that little husky thing you do is stunning. But I must make it clear that we have a lot of work to do. We are about to embark on a journey together and I need to know that you’re committed.”
“Absolutely . I want this more than anything. I'm willing to go the extra mile to achieve my dreams.” Mr Gucci laughs. He likes my reply.
“Good . A girl after my own heart!”
We talk for ages about my music and all the talking has gotten me excited. He makes everything sound amazing and I can’t wait to get started. We have discussed my sound and I was surprised that he has already started looking at few possible songs for me to record. He doesn’t want me to do a cover and that was also surprising. I have written so many songs over the past year. All of them about my secret pain and what I went through with Brandon. Writing really got me through everything. It helped me to express myself and let out my inner pain. There were days when I was really down and I couldn’t open up to anyone about how I was feeling. So I would sit on my bed and write. Writing about how you feel can be more satisfying than talking about it. It certainly helped me and I was blessed that I was able to find comfort in my music.
“Would you like a drink?” I say as I slide myself off the sofa. Jonathon stretches his legs out in front of him, resting his feet on the glass coffee table. He runs his tanned
“Cool . How’s Saturday for you?”
“Saturday it is!”
Tyler leaves and I am exhausted. It’s still early and I have a few hours yet before Mr Gucci comes over to talk music. So I make way into my new room and I flop down onto the extra soft bed. I pull the covers over my body and I quickly drift into a deep sleep.
There is a loud knock at the door. I jump up in terror. I stumble across the bedroom floor and I push my way through the open door. The knock persists and I run across the living room floor towards the front door. I stand on my tip-toes and I frown when I see Jonathan standing in hallway. Crap why did I have to sleep for so long? I run my fingers through my knotted hair and I smooth out my white shirt. He knocks again and I reluctantly pull open the door. He smirks when he sees me and I gasp. Why does he have to look so good? He is flawless in his dark slim fit jeans and Gucci high-tops. His smile is wicked as he greets me.
“Wow . What’s up with you?”
“I was sleeping. Sorry if my appearance isn't up to your standards.” he sighs at me as he pushes his way into the apartment. I scowl. Man he's annoying. I follow him into the living room. He flops himself down onto the sofa removing his brown leather jacket to reveal a tight polo shirt. He folds his arms across his chest as he stares at me. I feel a little uneasy but I try to maintain my composure. I sit down next to him on the sofa. He smiles and turns to face me. I blush and his smile deepens.
“So let’s talk music.” I say trying to bring the focus away from my fiery cheeks.
“Okay well there are a few things that I would like to go over with you.”
“Okay shoot.”
“Your tone for starters, it's a little up and down. You have good balance, but all the karaoke has made your voice lazy. You miss out words because it’s convenient. Pronunciation is everything. What's the point in singing if the listeners don't know what you’re saying?” I take a deep breath. It's hard to hear criticism, but he is the professional. He knows what's right and wrong and I need to take all of his advice on board.
“Okay so what do you suggest I do then?”
“I've already called the best vocal coach I know. I have arranged a meeting with her tomorrow.”
“Okay . Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, there's plenty.”
“We'll go on then.”
“You're a pushy little thing aren't you?” I press my lips together. Is he flirting with me? “You have a good style. I like that your voice has depth. And that little husky thing you do is stunning. But I must make it clear that we have a lot of work to do. We are about to embark on a journey together and I need to know that you’re committed.”
“Absolutely . I want this more than anything. I'm willing to go the extra mile to achieve my dreams.” Mr Gucci laughs. He likes my reply.
“Good . A girl after my own heart!”
We talk for ages about my music and all the talking has gotten me excited. He makes everything sound amazing and I can’t wait to get started. We have discussed my sound and I was surprised that he has already started looking at few possible songs for me to record. He doesn’t want me to do a cover and that was also surprising. I have written so many songs over the past year. All of them about my secret pain and what I went through with Brandon. Writing really got me through everything. It helped me to express myself and let out my inner pain. There were days when I was really down and I couldn’t open up to anyone about how I was feeling. So I would sit on my bed and write. Writing about how you feel can be more satisfying than talking about it. It certainly helped me and I was blessed that I was able to find comfort in my music.
“Would you like a drink?” I say as I slide myself off the sofa. Jonathon stretches his legs out in front of him, resting his feet on the glass coffee table. He runs his tanned
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