studio door.
Amanda laughed behind me as I opened the door. “Yesterday you loved him, today you loathe him. I’m having a hard time keeping up.”
Chillingly cold air-conditioning attacked us as we stepped into the room. Large, luxurious, and designed to make people like me feel as though we weren’t being worked to death when 3am strolls around and we’re screaming our lungs out in the sound room, but to make us feel as though we were enjoying the finer things in life.
There was a big black leather couch against the wall where Amy and Jamie were sprawled, giggling and blabbing. A bean-shaped glass table was in front of it with an ice-bucket, highball glasses, two bottles of Grey Goose Vodka and four bottles of cranberry juice. They could drink as much as they wanted, I couldn’t.
Greg, my music producer, a 250pound, bald-headed hothead, pushed himself up from behind the mixing board and came over to hug me. “Sup, Kia?”
“Nada. Sorry I’m late. I’ll be ready in a min, okay?”
Greg nodded quickly as if it were no big deal that I was late, even though we both knew it was plenty big deal. Studio time was precious, not to be wasted. “Sure. Do yo’ thing.”
I heard a giggle with the name ‘JK’ entangled in it come from the area of big leather couch. The masochist in me propelled me in that direction and I plopped down beside the two giggly gals. “So…” I tossed my feet up on the table and leaned back, “How was last night?”
“Energetic,” Amy giggled.
Jamie rolled her eyes, seemingly annoyed with her giggling partner. “It was rad. JK took us to the G2K girls’ concert and it was awesome. He choreographed all their performances and they tore the house down.”
After hearing that, I began to feel a heck of a lot better. “That’s it?” I looked at Jamie, “You didn’t bother shagging him?”
Amanda cleared her throat and leaned forward to pour herself a drink. It was her way of telling me to stop inflicting pain on myself.
“Of course she did,” Amy sing-songed in a ‘Silly-Rabbit-Trixx-Are-For-Kids’ tone.
“ We did,” Jamie ground out.
“So, both of you…?”
“Yeah,” Amy piped up. “We got wasted, he took us back to Jamie’s place and we banged until the sun came up. Dick? Huge . Ohmigod, I want more!”
“Well, you’re not getting ‘more’,” Jamie snapped. “It was supposed to be just me, not me and you.”
This was hilarious. And painful. “So, how did you and her happen?”
Jamie pointed an angry thumb at her friend. “ She was trying to get Chad to fuck her. But he wasn’t interested. JK explained Chad’s pretty selective when it comes to his women—he’s hot, but he only beds those he feels chemistry with. Unfortunately, there was no chemistry with this bitch, so she felt the need to sandwich herself between me and JK.”
Amy flipped up her ‘whatever’ hand. “Why wouldn’t I? He was more than willing.”
Her eyes narrowed at Jamie as if remembering something, then she pointed at her and started laughing. “I forgot this drama: the lead singer of G2K got up in this one’s face when JK wasn’t around and demanded to know if he was fucking her.”
“Lead singer Tiara?” I asked. “He’s with her?”
Jamie shrugged. “Seems so. She was all catty and possessive and shit.”
Tiara was a good associate of mine. She was flawlessly beautiful. Now I hated her .
Jamie and Amy started talking about the G2K concert, but I wasn’t listening anymore. Dropping my head back on the couch, I blew out a puff of breath. I was obsessed with a man who was a major arse and a shameless womanizer. And even with that rep, he still didn’t want me .
Amanda leaned over and whispered in my ear, vodka strong on her breath, “Chad.”
I turned to her. “What?”
“You’re in love with the wrong one. Chad’s the one for you. Not JK.”
“Forget both of them,” I dropped my feet off the table and stood up. “I’m Saskia fucking Day.”
It
Amanda laughed behind me as I opened the door. “Yesterday you loved him, today you loathe him. I’m having a hard time keeping up.”
Chillingly cold air-conditioning attacked us as we stepped into the room. Large, luxurious, and designed to make people like me feel as though we weren’t being worked to death when 3am strolls around and we’re screaming our lungs out in the sound room, but to make us feel as though we were enjoying the finer things in life.
There was a big black leather couch against the wall where Amy and Jamie were sprawled, giggling and blabbing. A bean-shaped glass table was in front of it with an ice-bucket, highball glasses, two bottles of Grey Goose Vodka and four bottles of cranberry juice. They could drink as much as they wanted, I couldn’t.
Greg, my music producer, a 250pound, bald-headed hothead, pushed himself up from behind the mixing board and came over to hug me. “Sup, Kia?”
“Nada. Sorry I’m late. I’ll be ready in a min, okay?”
Greg nodded quickly as if it were no big deal that I was late, even though we both knew it was plenty big deal. Studio time was precious, not to be wasted. “Sure. Do yo’ thing.”
I heard a giggle with the name ‘JK’ entangled in it come from the area of big leather couch. The masochist in me propelled me in that direction and I plopped down beside the two giggly gals. “So…” I tossed my feet up on the table and leaned back, “How was last night?”
“Energetic,” Amy giggled.
Jamie rolled her eyes, seemingly annoyed with her giggling partner. “It was rad. JK took us to the G2K girls’ concert and it was awesome. He choreographed all their performances and they tore the house down.”
After hearing that, I began to feel a heck of a lot better. “That’s it?” I looked at Jamie, “You didn’t bother shagging him?”
Amanda cleared her throat and leaned forward to pour herself a drink. It was her way of telling me to stop inflicting pain on myself.
“Of course she did,” Amy sing-songed in a ‘Silly-Rabbit-Trixx-Are-For-Kids’ tone.
“ We did,” Jamie ground out.
“So, both of you…?”
“Yeah,” Amy piped up. “We got wasted, he took us back to Jamie’s place and we banged until the sun came up. Dick? Huge . Ohmigod, I want more!”
“Well, you’re not getting ‘more’,” Jamie snapped. “It was supposed to be just me, not me and you.”
This was hilarious. And painful. “So, how did you and her happen?”
Jamie pointed an angry thumb at her friend. “ She was trying to get Chad to fuck her. But he wasn’t interested. JK explained Chad’s pretty selective when it comes to his women—he’s hot, but he only beds those he feels chemistry with. Unfortunately, there was no chemistry with this bitch, so she felt the need to sandwich herself between me and JK.”
Amy flipped up her ‘whatever’ hand. “Why wouldn’t I? He was more than willing.”
Her eyes narrowed at Jamie as if remembering something, then she pointed at her and started laughing. “I forgot this drama: the lead singer of G2K got up in this one’s face when JK wasn’t around and demanded to know if he was fucking her.”
“Lead singer Tiara?” I asked. “He’s with her?”
Jamie shrugged. “Seems so. She was all catty and possessive and shit.”
Tiara was a good associate of mine. She was flawlessly beautiful. Now I hated her .
Jamie and Amy started talking about the G2K concert, but I wasn’t listening anymore. Dropping my head back on the couch, I blew out a puff of breath. I was obsessed with a man who was a major arse and a shameless womanizer. And even with that rep, he still didn’t want me .
Amanda leaned over and whispered in my ear, vodka strong on her breath, “Chad.”
I turned to her. “What?”
“You’re in love with the wrong one. Chad’s the one for you. Not JK.”
“Forget both of them,” I dropped my feet off the table and stood up. “I’m Saskia fucking Day.”
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