Take Your Chance
You've Got to Be Kidding Me.
Keeley's POV
"Morning!" I hear my lovely agent Amorette call out in her high pitched voice. She stalks into my room and her tall frame of 6'4" towers over my bed. "Hi," I say in a tired voice. I sit up in bed and stretch whilst yawning. "Okay, slowpoke, we don't have the whole damned day for you to wake up. Hurry!" She says as she scoots me out of the comfy mattress. I stumble out and stand up. "What's the freaking hurry?" I say in a very annoyed voice. I walk over to my bathroom and run my tiffany blue brush through my long brown waves.
"We have a very important meeting at the recording studio today, and you are not going to be late!" She exclaims. She walks exasperatedly out of my room. She calls out, "Tick tock!" before slamming her bedroom door shut. I sigh and walk over to my closet. I moan angrily as I can't find the perfect thing to wear. I finally settle on some red, distressed high waisted shorts and a floral top with some black pumps. I sweep my hair up, grab my hair donut, and do a quick sock bun. I start back into the bathroom and put on some volume mascara, some liquid eyeliner, and red lipstick. I pop my lips and look in the mirror.
I quickly run out into the hall and shuffle down the white marble stairs. "Amorette, get me a banana!" I call out. I am lately trying to get into eating breakfast again, but on a busy schedule like we are, all I have time for is fruit. "Here," she says, before throwing the sleek yellow banana at me from the kitchen. I down it in about two seconds, then hustle into the bathroom across from the parlor and brush my pearls. I smile big in the mirror to make sure that they were all white, and they are, so I run back out of the small powder room and into the living room.
I slip on my jean jacket and yell. "I'm ready, let's go." I throw open the white door and strut down the sidewalk and out to the waiting stretch. I step inside. "Hello, Corwin," I greet our driver. "Hello, Ms. Roxx. How are you this morning?" His happy voice answers me. "I am annoyed." I answer flatly, before popping open the fridge and take out a perrier. "Oh? And why is that?" Corwin asks, looking at me through the rearview mirror. "Amorette told me about ten minutes ago that we had this meeting. Wouldn't you be angry if you had to get ready in ten minutes and still look good?" I explain and then giggle a little.
Just then, Amorette slips into the limo next to me. "Go Corwin, we're going to be late." She orders, examining her cuticles. "We are so getting manicures after this," she states, then pulls out her blackberry. She dials a number, then holds the slick black device up to her ear. "Hi, yes, I would like to schedule an appointment....Oh, at about 1:00 today... Yes... Well, I am the agent to Keeley Luna Roxx, and if Keeley Luna Roxx doesn't get a manicure today at 1:00, then a certain set of cosmetitians are going to be very sorry later.... Yes, okay... See you then, ciao." Amorette barks into the phone before ending the call and stuffing it back in her bag.
I give her a funny look. "What?" She asks. "That was a little mean, I could've waited." I say with a nervous giggle. "Well, I couldn't have." She replies, and the conversation was over. We pull into the familiar parking lot of my recording studio. Amorette steps out of the black limo and I follow her. "Thanks Corwin!" I say, looking back at the man in the driver seat. I couldn't quite catch what he replied with, but I think I heard him mumble, "Yeah, yeah."
Amorette and I walk swiftly up to the front doors and she swings them open. I start to turn at the place where we usually do to get to my booth, but she turns a different way; to the right. I give the back of her head a quizzical look and hesitantly follow after her. "Uh, Amorette, where are we going?" I ask slowly. "I told you, we have a meeting. Come along now, we are so late. It was supposed to start 15 minutes ago!" She exclaims. I shuffle quickly to catch up to her.
We come upon a conference room that I never realized was here. Before opening it, my gorgeous assistant turns to me. She starts to fix my bun, pulling some strands out to fall around my face. "What are you doing?" I ask in a confused tone. "You need to look good, and you need to make a good impression." She replies nonchalantly. She steps back. "Perfect. Okay, ready?" She asks as she puts her hand on the door knob. I nod slowly, and she swings the door open. I see five boys sitting down at a large conference table with their agent. Amorette sits down, but I remain standing.
"What is this?" I ask her, looking around at everyone. "Are we doing some sort of song together? You could've just told me that," I say to Amorette. "Keeley, honey, sit down." She says, and pulls out a chair for me. I slowly sit down in it, and feel everyone's eyes in the room fixed on me. I give her a quizzical look, implying that I want her to answer my question. She simply just looks back and forth between myself and the five boys. Suddenly an idea clicks into place in my mind, and I am not pleased with it.
"On no. No no no. You've got to be kidding me."
