Pyramid Records-HQ

(Give it to me Baby by Rick James interludes )
When I was high as the sky
Out all night just dancin'
You say, 'Let's go home' {Come on, Rick, I'm tired, let's go home}
That's the time I start romancin'

You say how can I love you, how can I love you, baby
When your body keeps on movin'
I say wait till I squeeze you, oh
Maybe then you'll start to groovin', come on, girl

Give it to me, baby (Give it to me, baby)
Give it to me, baby (Give it to me, baby)

Recognizing the song as his ringtone , Bishop awoke from his slumber in lethargic fashion. A possible side-effect of the type of experience he had partaken from the previous night. The song serving as a fitting metaphor for his life. A feminine hand had secured itself around his torso sometime during the night, from the looks of who it had belonged to a redhead whom he had recognized as the lead singer of a popular band, and to the right of her, another arm had bound itself around the waist of the aforementioned girl, this one belonging to another artist he recognized, a nice looking honey-skinned shorty from the islands, both of whom were featured as prominent artists aligned with rival record companies. A satisfactory smirk crept onto his features upon his discovery, reaching for the cellphone atop his nightstand, he recognized the call as belonging to his older brother and boss Bryce, he would respond texting. "You won't believe who's in my bed right now ;)" , sending out the text-message.

A replying message soon prompted following the text he sent out. "I all ready know who you're with, and I don't care, there's some important matters I need to discuss with you ASAP. Need you at the HQ, fate of the business at stake!!!". Bishop shedding the comforters from his side sitting up against the corner of his bed , a look of disbelief written onto his face. He more than anyone understood his brother was not the practical joking type, scanning the last bit of text for a moment, trying to figure out just what might have occured, he took a shot of the still sleeping beauties with his phone before heading to exit the premises of the undisclosed personal estate.

A careful thumb brushed away some unruly curls. Theo was always an early riser. In this new life as well. He had been up since 5:30, making breakfast, dressing, tuning his guitar. After an omelette for himself, Theo had chopped up some of the house's fruit basket for his roommates. He snatched a pineapple morsel and took to his laptop.

This was all so comfortable. To the point of disbelief. The decor, the money, the momentary stillness. It was too odd not to be living in a small crap apartment in New York, whoring his music at clubs and street corners.

Theo breathed a happy sigh and returned to that past, for a sweet moment.

Mom, Dad, & Assorted Siblings,

Hey guys! I'm settling into the new house. I know I said I'd write you earlier, but it's been a crazy week. I recorded a single with some producers already. We're hoping it will get some radio play within the month. It still feels so surreal. I can't believe I'm in such a big label. And the reality show business? Big brother does exist I guess.

Anyway, I'm doing great. I should be able to see all you soon enough, I haven't started recording my first album yet.

Hit me back with some news from home!

Love you all

P.S. Expect some stuff in the mail. It's cruel to leave $1.6 mil sitting around.

He sent the message, returned quickly to Word. A naked document awaited him. Theo was quite sure it craved lyrics as bad himself. His fingers picked back up a staccato rhythm. Type, delete, edit, hum the bar, write notes instead of words, delete.

Elaine sucked in a breath before parting with her taxi.

She felt incredibly lucky. How had this luck come to her?

A suburban girl, destined to be the third orthodontist in her family. Instead, she chose a destiny of parties and liquor. And somehow, all this fun led to music. Music that she created. And now, music that gave her fame. Elaine had to smile. She knew how many musicians had faced trials she would never even meet before becoming famous. She figured that she'd be sharing this house with them. But not her. She wondered when her luck would run out. But the smile on her face and her heart warded away any negativity. Hell, she hadn't even known what negativity was since she had received that phone call.

Elaine lugged her dual suitcases from the taxi alone. The driver had held no love for her, mostly due to the hotel's mini bottles that she had toted and consumed with gusto in this cab. Elaine cursed her lack of strength as she made her solo trek up the driveway.

"Less clothes next time," she murmured.

Soon enough, she was inside thanks to that issued key. She left her bags at the door. There had to be someone fitter than her for the task of lugging them on another journey a top the staircase.