Chapter One: Pain, Perseverance and Passion
"You made the choice, you decided to go, I plead and I cried, but you still
said no, but now I realize that I just don't need you, don't return beggin
please, 'cause it's done-"
"Love, try softening that up in a little. Alright?" Rodney Jerkins asked
into the microphone, echoing his voice into my headphones.
"Yeah Rodney, sure" I replied, re-adjusting the headphones on my head. The
music kicked up, and I started singing the song over.
"So don't come beggin' me..." I finished. I looked up at the crowd of
people in the recording studio.
"That good?" I asked once the music stopped.
"Great! You can go now," Rodney smiled. I smiled back and took off my
headphones. Grabbing the lyrics for "Beggin' Me" and walking out of the
pure glass room into the rest of the recording studio.
"So Heather, once we have 'Skin Deep' finalized, we'll call you," Max said
to my manager, Heather.
"Sounds good," She responded, "Come on Love, were going to Eric's studio
"Ok, let's go bye Max, bye Rodney!" I said grabbing my water bottle off the
desk, and getting my
sweatshirt. Wrapping it around my waist, I fallowed Heather to her silver
Escalade. She unlocked the doors, and I opened the passenger's side. I
stepped up into it, and crawled into the seat, and put on my seatbelt.
"What is Eric rehearsing with me?" I asked, running my fingers through my
medium length blonde hair. It had recently been permed, and was curlier
then to what I normally am used to, but it looked great.
"Remember To Forget," Heather replied, putting the key in the ignition and
starting her SUV up.
"Cool. Are the dancers going to be there?" I asked, changing the radio
station channel. Stopping on the local radio station for mixed music.
"Hey! This is Don Bleu from Star 101.3, today's BEST music. It's currently
8:32 AM, time to get up, get your day started with a little bit of Drift
Away by Uncle Kracker..." I turned up the radio louder, and started jamming
"Day after day I'm more confused, but I look for the light through the
pourin' rain, you know, that's a game, that I hate to loose, I'm feelin'
the strain, ain't it a shame," I sang along. Heather looked at me and
frowned, turning the radio down.
"AWWWWW!!!" I pouted. Heather turned into the parking lot for the dance
studio. She parked in the first available spot, and turned off the car.
"Here we go," I said, undoing my seatbelt, and opening the car door. We
walked into the brick building, and went up two flights of stairs, coming
to dance studio 3 which had 'Reserved for Eric Mitchell' printed on a white
sheet of paper. Heather opened the door, and I fallowed her into the room.
It had baby blue covered concrete walls, and the floor was polished wood.
"Hey Eric!" I smiled, running over to him, and giving him a big hug.
"I missed you!!!" He said, in our hug. We parted and I smiled again.
"Were going to dance to 'Remember To Forget,' ok?" He asked, calling all
the background dancers together. I nodded and sat down. We started
stretching, and Kayla took my hands, we started pulling on each other's
arms, and leaning forward.
"So, what's going on with you and Brian?" I asked Kayla. She pulled her
hand out of mine, and showed me the rock on her middle finger.
"He proposed?!" I asked, shocked. Kayla nodded happily, and put her hand
back in mine. We then stood up and started stretching our legs. When I
stood up, Eric told me to get into starting position.
"Sometimes I really really miss you, and when I really really start to, I
stop myself from doing something that I might regret..." I started walking
forward with my back-up dancers behind me. On my eighth step, I stopped and
spread my legs shoulder-with apart. "Like picking up the phone to call you,
like hanging out and dreaming of you, like thinking back to the very first
moment we met."
I did the dance for the rest of the song, and Eric showed me what was being
changed. I spent 5 hours sweating until Heather walked into the studio.
"Lunch time, let's go Love," She stated. Thank god. I said good bye to all
the dancers and Eric, and left the studio, sipping on my water bottle.
"Can we have Jack in the Box?" I asked. Heather looked at me awkwardly.
"You know what that's going to do to your girlish figure? No," She said
strictly. I pouted.
"Were going to go have tofu, and maybe a little sushi if your lucky," She
said walking down a flight of stairs. The life of an up-coming star.
"Beauty takes pain, perseverance and passion," Heather mumbled, opening the
building's front door.