*Ophelia*I’m stunned into silence. I’ve only seen her online and in gossip columns, but she’s undeniably picturesque in her long blue dress. Her long, blonde hair perfectly falls in waves down her back, and her pink nails match with her pale pink eyeshadow. The only contrast is the gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It’s a large C in what looks like real gold, and as she walks towards us, her gold heels peek out of her dress.All of this is to say Asher’s ex-girlfriend is striking in person. She doesn’t compare to her pictures. She’s the whole package. Even her breasts and butt are huge, straining the fabric in the way I know many men ogle.“Mac!” Courtney’s chipper voice comes across as sweet, unlike the voice I’d heard on the other end of Asher’s phone. She leans over, kissing him on each cheek. “Mwah! Oh, darling, it’s been ages!”“Look at you in this dress! The definition of perfection.”She turns to admire her figure. “Oh, this thing? I saw it in a store display and simp
*Asher*It’s pouring rain today, so Coach keeps us inside for practice. We spend the time on the weights, each of us having been given a schedule from the fitness trainer. It’s a nice, easy day, in my opinion. Sometimes, coming off the field and doing the basics again is nice. It reminds me of high school.In the off-season, my buddies and I would hit the school’s weight room together, goofing off while also doing what we needed to do for our specific positions on the team. Lifting weights and having someone spot me on the bench brings a genuine warmth to me. Currently, I’m standing behind Mark as he lifts his bar.“So, what are you doing to kill time on your days off?” I ask my buddy.“Sleeping,” he grunts, thrusting the bar up into the air with all his might. “Also got an invite from some friends to go out one night.”“Sounds nice,” I respond. “Guess it’s been a while. We’ve been non-stop for weeks; I honestly just lost track of time.”Mark replaces the bar on the rungs, sittin
*Ophelia*A yawn escapes me, and I do my best to attempt to stifle it. I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks, which, in a way, I really haven’t. I’ve spent every day, non-stop, in the studio with the music I’m trying to learn. I’m also emotionally exhausted, wishing I could turn off the annoyance and frustration.“Miss Lane, do you need another coffee?” David asks into the microphone that reaches my headphones. They’re wrapped around my neck as I practice, so his voice surprises me. I look up at the glass window, and he’s looking at me with some concern. Do I look as tired as I feel?“I shouldn’t,” I say into my mic. He glances somewhere I’m unable to see, then says, “You’re working hard. I’ll get my intern to ask what everyone wants; we could all use some coffee.”I give him a small smile and mouth the words “thank you” so he knows I appreciate it. David’s been kind to me since we got started. He has kept an eye out for me, checking in, and even stepping in when he thinks Mac Dad
*Ophelia*The next day, things start feeling much worse in the studio. I reached out to Asher last night, and he didn’t get back to me until this morning.‘Looking into something. Sorry, I didn’t message you back. Call me tonight?’I don’t understand what’s happening on Asher’s end, but I text him back that I’ll reach out. I send him kissing faces, weary of how he’ll respond, until he sends me them back, as well as a few hearts.I don’t think whatever’s going on involves Asher being distant with me. But I still stress as I leave the hotel and return to David’s studio. I was hoping Asher was going to consider coming to L.A. I would love to see him, spend my nights wrapped in his arms, and bring him around to meet everyone.But instead, I’m by myself, still, with no understanding of what’s on Asher’s mind.I grab the biggest coffee I can get for myself, opting to grab one for David as well. He’s been an actual life raft with Mac Daddy, and if anyone deserves praise right now, it’s
*Ophelia*I walk back to the studio slowly, unsure what to think or say. Marilyn’s words keep echoing in my ears.‘Alvin drugged me.’I thought my attitude towards Mac Daddy was just exhaustion. We’ve been working together for a while, but creative differences happen. Now, I can’t help but think back on each interaction since the beginning after hearing Marilyn’s accusation.The issue I’m grappling with is she doesn’t seem untrustworthy, but I don’t know the woman. How am I supposed to trust this random woman’s word? What if she’s just out to get ME? However, I don’t exactly see how that would make any sense.I take a deep breath before I finally walk into the studio, the entire group of people I’ve been working with turning to me as the doors slam behind me.“Oh good, you’re back. Are you okay?” David’s the first to break the silence, coming up to me. His genuine kindness and concern for me and the entire group are heartfelt and touching. I nod, swallowing the lump that’s sitt
*Asher*Mom doesn’t answer me on the first call or even the second. She’s a busy woman, and I’m well aware that as her son, I don’t get her attention over her clients.As I wait for her to pick up the phone, I remember Ophelia saying something about Maria Slater, involving her being a bitch. We never got into it because we were in the middle of our argument with one another. But it doesn’t mean I don’t care about why she feels that way. I don’t know what happened with the two of them, but for Ophelia’s safety, I’m going to squash whatever it is she’s done. Mom is a good person, but I can imagine she looked down on my girlfriend because no one is good enough for her son. She didn’t hate Courtney because she had a title and in Mom’s eyes, she wasn’t using me.I guarantee she thought Ophelia saw me as nothing more than dollar signs.“Maria Slater Esquire, what can I do to help you?” Mom’s voice finally sparks in my ear, and I sit up in my seat. I’m still in my hotel, my laptop open
*Ophelia*We haven’t stopped all day.The digital clock above the door to the rest of the crew states that it’s already past nine. In return for walking out of his session, Mac Daddy continues to complicate everything.“No one leaves this studio! Not until everything is absolutely PERFECT to my standards.”We were only supposed to record two songs today. Now, we’ve been here four hours past David’s usual clock-out time. I’m not the only person who’s being affected by my manager’s attitude.“Alvin, you have studio time for a few more weeks. What is this all about? I have a life outside of my job.”Mac Daddy gets in the man’s face, all of which I can hear through my headphones. “I DECIDE WHEN WE FINISH! I paid for the studio time, David, and if we want our payouts, then we must work HARD.”“You can’t beat a dead horse, Alvin!” he snaps back.“If Miss Ophelia wants to capitalize on her fame with Mr. Slater, a title that she should take more seriously, then she must complete her wo
*Ophelia*“I spoke to my mom,” Asher tells me once we’re finally away from the studio. I was beginning to think I’d never get to leave that place. I have nothing against David, but I have no interest in ever going back.“And?” I’m nervous to hear the answer.“Well, for one, she will help with the contract.”I’m surprised, and I guess Asher sees it. “What?”“I know I’m the one who asked, but honestly, I thought she’d laugh my request off.”“Because of the fight you two had?”“It wasn’t exactly a fight, per se.” I bite my lip, Asher’s hand finding mine as he gives me a forlorn look. “It’s more like your mom hates me.”“Oh?”“She wasn’t exactly the nicest to me when we met. During dinner, she kept making all those judgmental comments. She clearly believes that I’m not worth the air you breathe. I didn’t know what to do. Usually, comments and people like her roll off my back. But your mom got under my skin, or at least, in my head.”“Is that why you mentioned her when we had our