"Get up! You can't sleep in there forever y/n!"

Yelling came from outside my door while pounding and hard knocks landing on the wood.

"For fucks sake! A woman can't sleep in for one day!"

I finally croaked out. My voice a bit horse from all the crying the past few nights.

"Y/n! Did you forget you're famous?! You need shit to get done today!"

The voice booming through the hard wood and into my ears. Just make it stop!

I throw my sheets off me and get up, heading for my door. I storm over and open it. My new manager and Rich were standing there.

"Who hit you with a bus?" Rich sarcastically asks as he stands there, motioning to my appearance.

"I think it was your date last night. Bruce? Was it? I guess he doesn't just like boys-"

"That's enough!" My manager cut in to our conversation.

"y/n, we need you at the studio. Like, right now!"

I groan as I step back from the two tall beings as walk to go find some clean clothes.

I walk over to a pile of clothes I had next to my closet door.

"The hell y/n?! It's been two days and you already have a pile of clothes!"

Rich complains on and on about my unhealthy hygiene habits I just started picking up.

"Actually it's been three."

Those were the only words I managed to get out as I go through the pile.

I find a old t-shirt and some shorts.

That's fine for now.

"Come on! Get dressed we gotta go!"

If my manager complains one more time I'm gonna lose it!

"Morgan! You're so lucky you're my manager or I would have knocked you out right about now."

I threaten Morgan as brush pasted her, heading for the bathroom.

Once I was in the bathroom I could hear the apologies spewing from Rich's mouth to Megan...Morgan? Yes! Morgan, that's her name.

I recently got her from the record company I signed with. My last one had toooo many things going on so I got a new one last week. I thought it would be a fresh start when I got her but she's just been a real snooze fest. I tried a lot to get a fresh new start, she was one of them. And I kinda regret it.

For how young she is I thought we could at least be friends but no, she had to be professional.

But who would have guessed that she was a huge fan of Billie. That's why she became a manager for singers, she wanted to become some amazing manger/friend with Billie. Ugh, she's so lame!

It's not like Billie would like her anyways!

Morgan's a total bitch!

I pull the shirt over my newly cut head of hair.

I look at the shirt and see that it was one that I bought Billie. I remember her leaving it here.

I pick up the tiny pit of collar fabric and sniff it.

Of course it still smelled like her.

"Y/n! I won't tell you again! Get a move on or I'll have people carry you out! I don't care if you're butt naked I'll make them carry your white cheeks out to the car!"

My manager yells through the bathroom door as I pull the shorts over my underwear covered ass.

"Morgan, you bitch and moan one more time and I'll gut you like-"

"Just shut up already!" And there's Richard. Blue haired, tall, gay, bastard.

I finish up in the bathroom and walk out and into my room.

"Grab your shit or Morgan will send in dogs!"

Eli says as he pops his head in for a moment before going back into his little cave.

I groan as I lace up my tennis shoes.

I then put my journal and pen in my backpack as well as my phone and headphones and head out to the car with Morgan.

The driver opens the door and Morgan gets in first, I follow shortly and he closes it once I get seated.

"Come on bud, cheer up! You're making a song today."

She played with my new hair that the management freaked over. It's not that big of a deal, I just look more like a lesbian. I am adding to my full potential of being a lesbian!

Homophobic dickbags, I hope they choke on a strap on.

"Don't touch my hair please," I get her hand off my head and rest her hand next to her so she would stop.

"Come on, it's not like people don't like it! People love it! It's the new y/n"

Morgan intertwines our fingers together as she looks into my eyes. Okay, number one, EWWWWW!!!

And number two, MORE EWWW!!!

"Morgan, you are my manager. For once I'm saying this, but please be professional."

"I know we kinda started off wrong. I just want to make you comfortable."

"Touching me isn't gonna make me like you any better Morgan."

The driver looks back as he sits at a red light,

"Everything going good back there?"

Morgan makes sure he's all settled as I get time to scoot closer to the window.

I pull my phone and headphones out.

Peace for once.

—

Once I was already into a frenzy of my music I see a billboard with Billies face on it. Just great!

I turn away from the window as I continue to listen to my music.

I close my eyes, trying to get some peace. But that was interrupted when Morgan pulled out my headphones.

"What the hell man?! Don't you know not to touch peoples personal space?!"

"Shush! You are such a whiny little thing."

She turned to her window as she finished that sentence.

"Well, what was so important that you ripped my headphones out?"

"We are almost here, so be ready. That's all."

I want to hit this bitch so fucking HARD!

—

I open the door as soon as the car comes to a stop and storm inside the building. Morgan tried to keep up with me as I just stand and wait for her in the main lobby.

"Okay, now that we are here, let me show you the studio room!"

The brunette says out of breath.

I let her drag me all over as we go down hallways and on an elevator.

It was only a few seconds of unwanted silence and I hated it. But it was way better then talking to her.

We get to the room, Morgan opens the door and there was two people that can be heard instantly.

I walk behind Morgen and I see the two people that I heard. One was a short and slim girl with black hair and the other was a tall and buff guy with pink hair.

They both looked like opposites and it was really interesting, it caught my eye almost immediately.

"Oh! Shes here!" The man said. I have a name, but I guess it doesn't matter anyways, they won't be permanent.

"I'm Morgan, I was the one on the phone. This is

y/n, she is going to work with you guys on a new song of hers."

I give a tiny and quick smile before going to the couch and sitting on it in the small studio room.

"I'm Tommy," He says as he points to himself, "And this is my best friend Juliette!"

Tommy then points to Juliette as he introduces her.

I stand up and walk over to them, don't want to be that mean.

"You can just call me Jetta."

She says as she goes to shake my hand.

I look at her hand for a moment before I awkwardly take her hand with mine and shake it properly.

"Good, save the friend shit! Now that y'all know each other, get to work!"

That was the last thing Morgan said before she left the room. Oh great, the bitch left and now I'm stuck with people I don't know!

Making conversation with them is going to be the most awkwardest thing I will ever do in life.

"So. Tommy,"

He turns to me and says, "Yeah y/n?"

"You said Jetta was your best friend. She works here? Or just visiting?"

They both laugh as I stand there in front of them.

"No silly! She's helping, but she's also my best friend."

Tommy explains as he sits in a chair that was placed in front of the control board.

"Oh. Cool." I say with the most monotone voice you could ever hear.

They both smile and go to their own spots as I go back to the couch.

—

Tommy was setting up stuff, leaving me and Jetta to do our own thing.

I was just on my phone when I felt a dip in the couch. I look up and to the left of me to see Jetta, sitting close to me.

"Tommy takes a while to set up. So I was wondering if you wanted to get to know me better or something."

Jetta was shy and timid. Her sentence came out a little shaky and fast.

After I didn't say anything for a good second she said,

"But you don't have to do that! I know you're famous so you don't really care! I'm not helping with all the songs that you do anyways so it's okay if you just wanna forget about me and-"

She was starting to ramble on and on so I cut her sentence with my own.

"Jetta! It's okay, we can. It's no biggy."

She let out a relieved sigh and nodded.

To start conversation with her I instantly thought about asking about her appearance which I just happened to notice.

Her hair was black and shoulder length. She had light makeup, which led me to see her septum piercing. Nice. Her nose led me straight to her eye color. Was always fascinated with peoples eye colors. Jetta's eyes was a mixed color of green and blue. She also was pale as fuck.

Then, her clothes was a mix of Tyler, The Creator and Miles McKenna.

But she pulled it off with a touch of her own shit, which was pretty cool.

"So, you like Tyler, The Creator?"

I asked her that question instead of her clothes, maybe that will lead there instead of me asking right away.

"Yeah! But I mostly like his fashion sense, so that's what he inspires me with. Do you like him?"

She answers my question and asked me one.

"Yeah, of course."

We smiled at our little connection we already shared.

"What kinda of artists do you play often?"

Jetta's eyes lighted up!

"Oh! So many! I would have to say," She went into a deep thought, her eyes searched for an answer.

"I would say Khalid, Daniel Ceasar, Ruel, and Post Malone."

"I vibe with it. That sounds like a good ass playlist!"

I complemented her music taste and she said a quick thank you.

"Now, y/n. Who inspires your outfits?"

Jetta gets closer as she shows a lot of interest in me.

"I haven't really done much, so style has been out the window recently. But I was super into Brigette Lundy-Paine, also Tyler, Asap Rocky, and..."

I stop once I realized who I was going to say.

"And?" Jetta says, getting nosy as she scoots closer.

"Uh, Billie Eilish." I say as my body tenses up.

"Oh yeah! She's dope. But anyways-"

I stopped really listening after the first couple of words that spit out of her mouth.

"Hey guys! I'm all set!"

Tommy said that gained our attention as he came out of the little recording booth where I was going to be in minutes.

"It's all set, so whenever you can go in, it should be all good."

I nod as I take my backpack from the ground and get out my notebook.

"Oh you write songs in a journal?! That's so cool!"

"Uhm. Yeah, why wouldn't I write songs in here?"

I say as if she was stupid.

Jetta got all embarrassed and quickly apologized.

"Sorry. It's just that most artists I worked with had it on their phones. I'm just so used to them taking out their phones and letting us hear it from a recording."

"Well, Ill just sing a few lyrics and just tell you guys what I think sounds good. That's how it usually goes for me."

I explain as I open up to the page I had the lyrics written on.

"No problem!"

Tommy said as he grabbed a chair and sat in front of me.

Jetta didn't complain either as I prep for me to sing to them.

"Before we get to recording. What's this song about really? Does it even have a title yet?"

Tommy and his little curios mind.

"Yeah, it's just about a past relationship of mine.

I wanted to call it Once Was Mine, but I am starting to like You, Dear."

They let out their 'oo's' and their little interesting sentences of how the title sounds romantic.

But the song was quite opposite. It's about a past lover that, well, is in the past.

"Let's get started then!"

Here we go.

—

And four hours later and we got it done!

"Finally!" I say as I lay on the couch.

Jetta and Tommy laugh at me while I sit in my own sweat.

We've all grown kinda close since we had to do a lot of hard work and put effort in.

But we aren't exactly friends just yet.

"Wanna listen to the final project of You, Dear?"

"For sure!"

I say to Jetta as she's the one at the control center.

She hits a button and I hear my voice go through the speakers.

Just how I wanted it to sound.

"It's lovely, y/n."

Jetta complements me on the song.

"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you guys!"

"Aww! Can I give you a hug?"

Jetta seemed nice and all, but, I'm not fond with touching new people. Example, Morgan in the car.

But, since she was so sweet I guess I can let a small hug slide.

"Sure."

She shoots up from her spot and goes over to me.

I was tackled into a strong embrace as I could strongly smell her lavender perfume.

She pulls away after a few seconds and I say,

"You smell nice!"

Jetta blushes and says thank you as she goes back to her own spot before.

—

I was outside the studio building, waiting for Morgan and yelling at her through the phone.

"Morgan! I am outside! I can't send you a song I don't have full cover of yet!"

Her bitchy voice fights with me as I try to explain how I can't it give her the song to publish today.

"I know it's finished! But I need a day or two! Something, Morgan!"

She doesn't listen and compromises on her just listening to it for now.

Thank god!

I end the call with the wicked witch and wait.

The entrance doors I was standing nearby open and reveals Jetta. Her face was worried and a little panicked. She clutched onto her purse as she was searching for something, or someone.

Her eyesight meets me and she quickly comes to me, relief showing in her expression.

"Y/n! Hey!"

"Oh shoot! Hey!"

Jetta stands in front of me, her stance made her seem like she was nervous.

"I was wondering if you weren't super busy, that maybe you wanted to get coffee!"

Jetta's sentence started out kinda flustered and everywhere but it ended with her gaining more confidence.

"Oh, well,"

I have no clue what I am doing today.

"I'm sorry but I don't know my schedule. When I find out I can tell you though!"

That option wasn't one she expected, but Jetta took it anyways.

"Uh, sure! I'll just give you my number so you can text me what you're doing!"

I don't protest as I let Jetta get out a piece of paper and a pen. I would have suggested just putting her phone number in my phone, but it was the classic way to do the old phone number swap so I didn't say anything.

Jetta's face while she concentrated looked cute. Her tongue stuck out a little while her brows furrowed.

"Done! Here you go, y/n"

J hands me the little piece of paper and I take it in my hand.

"Thanks! I'll text you later about plans,"

I see the car I sat in earlier pull up,

"I gotta go though. Bye!"

"Oh, Uhm, Bye y/n!"

I gave her a quick hug then sprinted to the car.

We waved when I got in the car. But then as soon as that interaction was over we started rolling.

—

"Yeah yeah. It's good enough I guess."

I hit pause as my song ends.

"Good enough? We spent four hours getting it right!"

"And? I guess those four hours just barely made it good!"

Morgan doesn't pay me much attention after when she gets a call.

I just want to fucking punch her! At least once!

I decided not to let my anger get the best of me and just go and text Jetta.

I feel my pockets up, searching for the paper.

I pull out the little paper and read it,

*** *** ****

Jetta's numberrrrr :P

〜(⌒▽⌒)〜

I smile when I see the little faces and stuff. She is definitely super cute. Not just like looks, but her personality is so soft. Yet her clothes say something different which is cool.

I type in her number and make her a contact.

I then decide if I wanted to text her or not. Would that get her hopes up if I text her and not mention that I could go? We'll see,

☺️

hey jetta! it's y/n, just wanted to say that i still don't know the schedule, but just wanted to say hi!

ill make sure to find out j! don't worry, you will get a answer to that date! 😉

do you not want to call it that?

cause like thought you were asking me out for a mad second doe 👀

do you got feelings for me though?

cause like, i don't mind labeling it as something other then friends just hitting up a coffee shop,

i can get down with that! date it is! i'll see what i can do to make this coffee date happen,

❤️

I won't! ❤️

"What's got you smiling from ear to ear?"

My manager asks.

"I'm just trying to do something with a friend. And that reminds me. What am I doing today?"

I ask her.

Morgan was a little taken back by my nice tone, but went along and told me.

"That was really it. If you want me to schedule more stuff today I ca-"

"No!" I shout, making her stop in her tracks.

"No no, it's okay! Just wanted to know. Thanks Morgan."

She stares at me weirdly. "No problem, y/n"

Her voice sounded like a dying cow. Just wanted to really knock that fake spray tan off her, but Jetta actually put me in a good mood.

That's interesting.