This was it. I sat my bag down on the sidewalk and looked around New York, my new home. Nine hours of flying and I was finally here; ready to start my new life as Jordin, an aspiring singer. I jumped up and down and screamed excitedly, “I’m here!”
I smiled politely at the few people who looked at me strangely. Calmly, I picked up my bag and begin walking up the street.
I held the paper in my left hand, with the address written of my new apartment. After talking to my Jackson, my manager and occasional f.ck buddy; he promised me a new place and a recording contract. All I had to do was come to New York and sign the papers.
“This can’t be it.”
Tentatively, I walked up the stairs and stepped through the doors. I scrunched my face in discuss from the smell. No, this can’t be it; but I kept walking. In no time, I was on the second floor. I tried the door, but it was locked. I looked up and down the hallway, empty. I reached above the door and felt around, hoping the key was up there. Nothing.
“Can I help you?”
“Ah,” I jumped and turned around.
“Can I help you?” the older man asked with attitude; not even caring that he scared the sh.t out of me.
“Uhm, I’m supposed to be moving in here,” I spoke, questioning myself in my head.
“This is my apartment.” he said simply. He stepped around me, inserted his key, walked in, and slammed the door in my face.
Confused, I looked at the paper. This was not a good sign. I rifled through my bag for my phone, I need to call Jackson immediately.
I dialed the number.
“Were sorry, the number you called…”
I quickly hung up and got the same thing. This couldn’t be happening to me. I had no other way of reaching Jackson; that was the only number I had for him. Finally, I admitted defeat. I’d been scammed by a handsome face...
I found myself in a club throwing back shots and listening to a band perform on stage. Anything to keep my mind off my current predicament. It was obvious I couldn't go back home. I didn't want to hear my mother's I told you so's. I didn't know who the band was, but they were f.cking hot. I leaned over to the guy standing beside me and yelled in his ear, "Who are they?"
He turned and smiled at me, "The Beautiful Deception."
"They're good," I nodded.
I looked at the curly-haired guy before me; he was covered in tattoos. I could tell from his eyes he was completely faded. "Really?"
"Stick around." He pushed himself off the wall and disappeared in the crowd.
I shrugged and continued to listen to the band. The girl on vocals was f.cking amazing. I immediately became mad; that should me on stage with a band performing for a room full of people. I felt the tears coming to my eyes. I immediately pushed through the crowd and made my way to the bathroom. How f.cking embarrassing to cry in a club full of people?
After a much needed pep talk with myself, I stumbled out the bathroom; bumping right into a hard chest.
Laughing, he held me up. "It's alright. Just be careful, pretty lady."
I looked in his eyes. "You're in the band."
"I've just became your biggest fan," I giggled drunkenly.
"Well maybe one of my biggest..."
"No, you're only." I interrupted.
He laughed. "What's my name?"
F.ck. "You know your name, why are you asking me stupid f.cking questions."
He laughed, only making me angrier.
"F.ck it, I don't want to be your fan." I begin to stumble off.
"Wait, wait, wait," he grabbed my arm gently. "What's your name?"
"Jordin," I told him tight-lipped.
"What," he yelled as the crowd begin to cheer. I looked towards the stage where the next band was being introduced.
"Jordin," I yelled never taking my eyes off the stage.
"Nice to meet you."
We stood there and watched the band as they performed a crowd-pleasing song. I didn't want to admit it, but the cocky bass player was damn good.
I turned my attention back to the guy from the first band. "Can we get out of here?"
"Yeah." He simply turned and begin walking towards the back exit.
I followed him out into an alley. "You didn't tell me your name."
"You're my biggest fan, you should know." he remarked as we blended in with street walkers.
I wrapped my jacket tighter around my body. "Fine, I'll guess."
"Uhm," I looked up towards the night sky in deep thought. "Adam."
"Bill. Cory. Dan. Eric. Frank."
"You're going through the alphabet," he stated the obvious.
"I figured you would at least let me know I had the first letter correct."
"Well I'm not."
"Oh." I was starting to not like him.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder and looked at him. "Are you always this mean and rude?"
He suddenly stopped and turned to face me; making a few people walk around us. "I'm not mean, nor am I rude."
"Yes, yes you are. You're kind of a jerk."
I realized we were a block from my hotel, so I started walking again.
"Are you coming," I turned and asked once I realized I was walking alone.
"What," he looked over at me.
"Is your name George," I asked as I fixed us both a drink.
He chuckled, "no." He looked around the lavish hotel room.
"I know what you are thinking, Henry?" I handed him his drink and took a seat beside him on the floor.
"What am I thinking? And my name's not Henry."
"You are probably thinking I'm a trust fund baby, yes?"
He ignored my question, "Where are you from?"
"What is your name?"
"Ian. Jake. Kirk. Lionel."
"You don't like Lionel Richie?"
"Kole? I would have never guessed that."