Ashleigh had a friendly grin on her lips as Wendy greeted them inside. "I feel so out of touch here." She whispered to Jean, and ran her hands into her pockets even as they sat down. For some reason, she just felt horribly out of touch with the others. Maybe it was just her allergies or something. She became consumed in her own thoughts as she let Wendy 'introduce' herself.
Ashleigh wasn't a jealous type. Not at all. She just didn't want people to fall in love because of their looks, or foreign accents. She wanted someone to be loved for their intellect, how he can pull from his inner passion and sing away the world. In all honesty, she wouldn't have gotten that record deal if she'd been solo.
Her hands danced along the sewn edges of the menu, as she sat in her seat, and stared blankly as Wendy talked on. "So, a record deal? That's fantastic! Who's it with? How did it happen, exactly? Have you signed it yet, or..?" Ashleigh sighed, and closed her menu setting it down slowly. She wasn't hungry anyway, maybe just some wine to go or something. She needed to get back and start writing new songs, something to pull in those companies even more.
"Well.. um, Mr. Terrari from New Sounds Records pulled Jean and myself outside, and one thing led to another, and we're signed. I have his card, and he'll be in touch with us soon about the deal." She said, a glaze over her eyes, and she broke off her stare, and licked her lips unconsciously.
When the waiter came to take everyone's order, Ashleigh denied, and simply ordered a glass of red wine. "I'm not hungry, I ate before the performance, and I honestly shouldn't eat this food anyhow. It's wicked expensive, and I would like to have light to write to. " She pursed her lips, and raised an eyebrow as she grasped the glass, and drank a little too fast. Her eyes watched the scene before her, and she could feel her heart racing.
She was still drinking her wine, and swallowed, then coughed, and had to set down her glass, before spitting out her wine all over the table. She swears it went all over the two of them, no matter what they say. "Oh.. Oh my god." Her eyes turned red, and they watered almost instantly. "I.. I am so sorry, both of you. " She looked at Wendy, and then turned towards a red-faced Jean, and she had a lingering apologetic look. "I really am so so sorry. I need.. I need to go home anyway, so um, just uh.." She felt her pockets, and threw all her money on the table. "If that doesn't cover the uh, dry cleaners then let me know. I'm so sorry." Ashleigh bit her lip hard, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment and her coughing.
You really screwed that up. She grimaced as she walked out of the restaurant, and took a sharp left to start walking back to her apartments which, thankfully, weren't too damn far. Her head flooded with rhythms, and she hummed all the way to her writing desk, which was a flimsy thing in front of the window to the fire escape in her apartment building. She scribbled away her words, her door locked tight, and a candle on her desk emitting a faint glow you couldn't see from the street below. "Where there once was love... Now there's only me..."
- One Week Later -
Ashleigh was dressed in her new outfit she'd had the courtesy to go get yesterday by herself, since she didn't want to bother Wendy with her needs. She rolled her navy sleeves to her elbows, and buttoned her tight skinny jeans, before sliding on her loose grey shirt. Maybe he'd notice. Maybe he'd notice and compliment her looks and how she was an amazing individual, and then they'd talk about music for hours, falling in love with the other's intellect.
She felt on top of the world, exiting her apartment, and going to the requested area for her and Jean only to meet with Mr. Ferrari, whom would also be their manager of sorts. He wanted to hear the two main vocals alone first, so they met at a rehearsal hall in the building where Ferrari worked.
"So, you guys got any songs since last time we've spoken?" Ashleigh didn't even look at Jean, nodding and handing him a folder of the two songs she'd written since that night. "Alright, well, let's hear'em then." He scoffed, and sat in his chair, and Ashleigh handed Jean all his needed sheets, and then tapped her foot as he started strumming the cords.
Song 1:The Lonely
Song 2:be my forever