Chapter 8

oliver

samuel has spoken to one of the directors, chris, asking him if i could get a booking in the next two weeks to record my own song. i had told him that i do not have a final track right now, only a few drafts that i need to work on a lot but he just assured me that if i work as crazily as he wants me to, we will manage to create a single in no time.

he told me how one of his previous musicians, that he had a contract with had released a single after working on it only for a mere two days and it was a huge hit, resulting in a large growth of his publicity and supporters.

i just nodded nervously, handing him a folder of some of the roughly written lyrics along with their music sheets and samuel just gave me an approving look and an almost impressive smile but stopped himself, muttering that i needed to work a lot harder than this.

"which one is your favourite out of these?" he raised an eyebrow at me, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table and i just bit my lip anxiously before answering.

"well, personally, i-i really like car radio but i will work with whatever y-you want me to," i stutter and he just furrows his eyebrows at me, before harshly closing the folder.

"whatever i want you to? oliveriel, this is your music do you realise that?" samuel looks at me like i'm dumb, his eyes are soft and his pink lips hold a small frown as he looks at me in disapproval.

"look, babe, i know i seem really intimidating and shit but you need to have your own opinions and you need to tell me what you want to do alright? this isn't gonna work if i'm just ordering you around," he pauses for a second. i pretend to ignore the fact the him calling me babe had no effect on me and just proceed to bite my lips again, my eyes focused on my lap as i register his words.

"i mean not that i won't love ordering you around," he adds but i choose to ignore the statement, rolling my eyes slightly but not enough to make him notice.

"but you are free to have your own preferences and tell me what you like and what you don't like. i know, not exactly professional, but i think we would work better if it was on something that you enjoyed doing. right?" his voice is so much more smoother, so much more patient when he talks like this. it's almost..lovely? i wonder what he sounds like when he sings, probably really freaking good.

i just nod at him, my cheeks flushing slightly as he hands the folder back to me before standing up. i follow his actions, standing up as well and he beckons me to come after him as we exit his office, back outside to the studio where my audition was held.

"i want you to play this song for me," he tells me, gesturing towards the partitioned room full of instruments and i gulp, staring wide eyed at him.

"w-what? right now?" my stomach is twisting as he places his large hand at the small of my back, pushing me forward toward the room and nodding firmly.

"yeah right now, we will work on this after i hear it,"