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FanFic: Love and other useless terms
« Thread Started on Jul 11, 2011, 11:27am »

This is a newer one I have wrote and will continue writting. (sorry I also wrote the 'How to... story on here) but that one was about a year and a half ago and this one i wrote receontly. hope you all like it.

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Alicia never thought that she would be in the music industry. She never thought that she would know so many musicians that she know doesn't even consider it a big thing. But that was when Alicia was five.
Now out of college she is ready to face the world. But sadly the world won't let her take a chance. So stuck working with her uncle writting music for other people to sing, will she finally find where she is meant to be or be afaird to take the chance.
Follow alicia and she learns about 'love and other useless terms'

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Love and Other Useless Terms

Part 1

My name is Alicia Master.

I looked at my keyboard and pressed delete and let the screen turn to pure white again. This shouldn’t be that hard. It’s just a short story…and essay even. All I had to do…no scratch that…all I wanted to do was write a little explanation about why I sending it in. They didn’t even ask for it. They just wanted to read some of my other work. They wanted to make sure that I was the right choice. I knew that the moment they really looked at me they, like most (aka all) of the companies I talked to, would push me to that back of the pile.

I would like to thank you in advance for

I pressed the backspace button and sighed. This was hopeless. I was hopeless. I hated that I knew I should let the fact that I was 24 and still living with my family bother me but it was. My parents of course didn’t mind but I did. I felt like I was a failure to the rest of the world and they had to fake a smile every time someone asked how I was doing.

Thank you for considering me to the position. –Alicia Master

I pressed send before I could think of something else to hold me back. This was a big step for me. This job would mean the world to me if I got it.

You might understand better if I explained.

I am an only child. The people I call my parents are actually not my parents. They are my aunt and Uncle. My parents didn’t really want a child and that’s all you really need to know for now. Please don’t feel bad about this. I already had the sad moments and painful memory part of my life. I love my family. My now day parents have took care of my since I was one. I don’t remember anyone else being a ‘mother’ to me except my aunt. I wouldn’t have it any other way and they are nicer to me than they really have to be.

My Aunt is a screen writer and my uncle writes music for artist. It’s my dream to have a job like my aunt’s. Write scripts for television, I can’t even think about it without getting excited. Right now I’m on the last possibility before my uncle convinces me that I have to join his payroll. I guess he showed the company he works for my stuff and he wants me on his team.

Music has never been a dream of mine. It was a hobby, he knows this but…I guess he thinks I shouldn’t just throw it out the window. I have written songs. I mean I live in the same house as David Master. (If you don’t know him let’s just say people would cut off a limb to work with him) So why would I rather find a different job than work with him? It’s simple, at least to me. I have never finished a song. I start them, a lot of them. But I have never been able to finish one and be happy with what it is.

But there was nothing I could do about it if no one else wanted me. I was going to have to figure it out. I turned off my laptop and got up from the desk I was sitting at and walked over to my bed. I was only 1 in the afternoon but my mind had been racing all day. I did far too much in the past few hours and my mind had been racing all day.

About two hours later I heard a knock on my door. I jumped up from the bed and had that moment when you first wake up from sleeping in the middle of the day when you try to look like you weren’t sleeping.

“Alicia your phone is making that beeping noise.” I heard my Aunt say looking at me from the open door at me.

I looked over at the desk and say that little light and the annoying beeping noise that was coming out of it. “Whoa I must really be exhausted.” I joked when walking over to my phone.

“So have you heard from that one network?” She asked walking over to my bed and sitting down on it.

Right when I heard that question I noticed what the message was. It was an email from that network she was talking about. I looked up at her and back at my phone. “I guess will see.” I tried to say sounding completely normal. I knew emails were not good. That is what they do when they don’t want to tell you that you suck in real life.

I felt bad because I already knew what that email was going to say, but my aunt was looking all excited for me.

Thank you for applying for the position but sadly it has been filled.

My aunt must have seen my face because she got up and walked over to me and took the phone out of my hands when I didn’t move for a while. “Alicia, you were too good for them.” She said trying to hug me but I walked out of it and to my bed where she was sitting before.

“That’s what you are supposed to say. But that is a really stupid saying. If I was too good from them then they would have hired me without a second thought.”

“Oh Sweetie.” She said sitting down next to me and pulling me into a hug.

It made me feel better but it didn’t excuse the fact that now I had nothing. No other places to look for hire at least in the job I wanted. Except for...well I guess I was going to have to dust off my guitar. “Looks like David is going to have a new writer on his team.” I said when I started to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“That’s the way to look at it.” My aunt said with a smile. “Don’t think of it as losing at a chance for living your dream. Think of it was getting to find a new one.” She looked off into space after she said that and I laughed knowing what it was.

“You better write that down.” I joked with her. She always had a notebook in her hand incase moments like this happened. She got up and was about to run out the door. “Is he home, Uncle David?”

“Yeah, he is in the studio.” She said quickly before running off to the office.

I got up from the bed and straightened out my clothes before I walked down to the studio. It was in the basement. I have seen a few pretty famous musicians walk through these halls. I remember each one. My Aunt would always take a picture of me and them, even now that I’m older. If you write a song with my Uncle expect to take a picture with me, once for each song. They lined the walls. I had my favorites. They were usually the ones that took fun pictures and not just stand and pose.

I reached the door that I was looking for when I saw that it was open. I peeked inside to see my uncle playing with something on the computer and I walked in not wanted to interrupt whatever he was doing. I sat down on the couch that was in the back. I watched as he drug the mouse across the screen and cut pieces on music.

He was the main producer, even if he didn’t like that line. He tried to remind me that his songs never ended up as the final product. They were used as demos and rerecorded for the final album. I didn’t care though because to me what he did was magic.

There was no way I was going to be able to learn to do what he does. I have watched him since I was young and I still barely knew about all the things he was doing.

He works with about three other people. The company/group name is called Tone. They all had their own teams. Dad lost his usual team, Doug, last week when he got offered a job in Nashville. So I guess now he was going to settle with me. He finally took off his headphone he had on. When I noticed that I snapped out of my trance.

“Uncle David?” I said and he turned around to face me.

‘When did you get in here?” He asked smiling at me. This was my spot. When I was bored during the day growing up I would sit here in this spot and watch what he was doing.

“Just a little while ago. I wanted to tell you something.” I said standing up and walking over to the soundboard. I looked down at all the levels and numbers. “Is that job still open? It looks like I might need to take you up on that.” I said

Before he said anything he walked over to me and gave me a hug. He knew that I really wanted that job and now knowing that it wasn’t going to happen was probably hard on me. “I’m sorry that you didn’t get the job. But look on the bright side; you get to work with me.” He said breaking the hug.

I shook my head and putt a little smile on my face.
“Are you going to be ok?” He asked before he went into anything else.

“Yeah, I’m actually not that depressed about working for you. I just really wanted that job.” I shrugged and he still looked at me with those concerned eyes. “I just need to find new dreams.” I said with a smile.

“That’s great because I have a band coming here in a few minutes and it is the perfect time for you to shadow me.” He said and put both hands on my shoulders. “You really do have a gift for this. I wouldn’t have just given you this job if I didn’t think that.”

I knew that. He was picky when it came to writers. He would go through tons before landing on one that he would work with.

Before I knew it he was showing me a few things on the computer and I actually understood most of what he said.

“But don’t worry about this stuff till later today. The first thing you have to focus on is writing the song.” He said turning around in the chair and standing up. I followed him to the hallway and started walking with him.

“What is it writing with people that you never met before?” I asked and he smiled.

“It’s awkward and the beginning. I like them to come up with the concept since it is there song and I will play off of that.” We made it to the kitchen and I jumped up and sat on the counter and waited for him to finish his thought. I knew he was still thinking something. “I usually feel like we are friends after. You know so much about them and they know about you. Just through a song. It’s amazing how that works.”

He opened the fridge door and pulled out a container on ice tea. “I hope I can actually help. I just don’t know about all that yet.” I opened the cabinet that I was sitting by and pulled out two glasses.

“You are going to be fine. It’s ok if you are a little quite when you are still trying to get the feel of things. But knowing you I would be surprised if you didn’t speak up.” He said with a little laugh. I gave him a look and he stopped. He was a little right though. I didn’t have that good of a filtering system.

He poured the tea into the two glasses and then put the container back in the fridge. Right then I saw my Aunt walk by with her work bag. “Going somewhere?” I asked and she stopped smiled.

“Work. I guess the director thought our ending was cheesy.” She shook her head and I smiled.

“Isn’t television supposed to be full of cheese?” I said taking a sip.

“Yes but I we gave him cheddar and he wants Gouda.” She said in a fluster and walked to the door. We waited to laugh until she was gone. She always had the ability to sprout the funniest things when she wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

“Gouda…” My Uncle repeated and I giggled again.

We sat there and talked about different cheeses for what felt like forever but was only a few minutes when we heard a knock on the door. He looked at the clock a then back at me. “It’s show time.” He said before he finished his glass and set it by the sink. Mine was already empty so I just put mine by his and jumped off the counter. I followed my Uncle to the front door. I stood a good enough way back because, even though I wouldn’t admit it, I was really nervous.

I watched as my uncle opened the door and greeted the people behind it. I was standing so they couldn’t see me but I also could see them. I snapped out of my thought when I heard my Uncle talking about the new writer he has. He looked over at me and I stepped closer to him and smiled at the people behind the door and smiled.

Automatically four sets of eyes focused on me. I reached in to shake their hands. “It’s nice to meet you all. My name is Alicia.” I said and backed away from them as they started to introduce themselves.

“My name is Andy.” The closest guy to me said. He was blonde and smiled at me then looked at the guy next to him. I moved my eyes to his and they were already looking into mine. When our eyes connected he smiled.

“I’m Michael.” He said simply. I had to pull my eyes away from his but when I did I found out that the others were named Jason and Alex.

We invited them in and my uncle stared to talk to them about something while we all walked down to the studio. I think it was something about his wife having to leave last minute because of the cheese and that dinner was takeout. I should have been paying attention it was my first day on the job. It was just his eyes. The way he was looking at me.

The fact that he was staring at me should freak me out but it didn’t. I don’t know why but it just didn’t.