*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
*Ophelia*“You think you have the upper hand here?” Alvin snaps, grabbing my arm and forcibly yanking me into the hallway. The door tries to close but thankfully doesn’t all the way. Otherwise, I’d be trapped out here. “Get your filthy hands off me!” I growl, ripping his grasp away from me. “You continue to lay your hands on me. I’ll call the cops right now.”“I told you, Miss Lane, the cops won’t believe whatever sob story you give them. You are being foolish in letting Mr. Slater ruin your career!”I glare at this delusional man, wanting nothing more to do with him. He’s acting so irrationally right now. “MY career? Do you think Asher’s ruining my career? Have you looked in the mirror recently? Because if anyone is ruining lives, it’s YOU.”“You were doing just fine. Then suddenly, your precious quarterback doesn’t call you back and you take a stance against me. You even turned David and Kent against me, men I’ve worked with for a decade!” He’s clenching his fists, and I wonde
*Ophelia*I’ve always envied those who get to sit up in the family or celebrity box at a football game. The perfect view, away from all the drunk, screaming people who want nothing more than to complain the whole game. I’ve never been able to afford seats to a professional game, so this is a first for me, and it’s incredible.Asher’s parents, Frank and Maria Slater, show up about half an hour after the game starts, shocking me. I’m shocked to see Maria in sneakers, jeans, and a jersey with Asher’s number on it, as I’ve only seen Maria as the dress or suit type. But the dressed-down version makes her seem more friendly and down-to-earth.“Ah, Miss Ophelia!” Frank calls, approaching me with an easy breeze about him. His wife follows behind with a small smile. There’s an air of awkwardness, mainly because the last time we saw one another, it was NOT a pleasant conversation. “How are you doing?”“Mr. Slater,” I smile genuinely. “I’m doing alright.” No way am I going to air my grievance
*Ophelia*The Ozarks give their extra point kick, the game clock counting down with the knowledge there isn’t enough time for the Bulldogs to catch up. The final score is 24-28, with the Ozarks defeating one of their most formidable opponents yet.But all I’m doing is squealing with Asher’s family, hugging one another as we dance around in celebration. It’s an entirely different world being at the game versus sitting on the couch to watch football. And the adrenaline is substantially higher. I worry I may pass out from the energy I’m exerting. It’s something breathtaking.“And Asher Slater leads his Ozarks to victory once again!” Gale’s voice booms through the family box. “Incredible, absolutely astounding!”“And it looks like we’re not the only ones bursting with excitement,” Brent replies. I turn towards the screen as I watch a replay of Asher’s parents and I screaming, cheering, and bursting into celebration at Asher’s rapid thinking and fast play. I see the pride in my smile,
*Asher*My teammates hoist me into the air as they begin to celebrate in the endzone. Holy shit, thank God we won. I almost blacked out while running that last thirty yards. All my brain could say to me was, “Don’t fuck this up.”“That’s our fucking quarterback!” Mark cheers, lifting his helmet in the air and spinning his arm around. “Asher Slater is a force to be RECKONED with!”My best friend seems to be drunk on the win, but I won’t spoil this for him. The guys all worked their asses off to get this win today. I’m still shocked by our win, but I scan the crowd before us, made up of teammates, reporters, coaches, and other football personnel. I look up at the family box that I know Ophelia’s in with my parents. I’d noticed when sitting on the bench in between my time on the field that the cameras continued showing off the three of them, enjoying the game and laughing together. Ophelia looked mortified a few times she appeared on screen, and all I wanted to do was tell her it w
*Ophelia*I can hear Asher before I see him. Courtney’s standing before him all done up, but her face is scrunched up in rage, red blotches on her cheeks and down her neck. “How dare you talk to me this way! Who the hell do you think you are?”“I don’t care who you think I am. I’m in love with Ophelia, and nothing you can say will change how I feel!”I stop in my tracks, Asher’s parents both running into me. I can’t help it. Did he just say that? Did I hear him right?“You…” I stammer out, my hand shooting up to my mouth in disbelief. Asher Slater, the quarterback, is in love? With me?My heart picks up speed, the thumping going through every inch of my body as I process the words. Asher and Courtney both jump at my single word, the two making eye contact with the three of us mere feet away. The reactions each have are vastly different. While Courtney continues to blow steam from her ears, Asher’s face relaxes, and his brown eyes tell me the truth.He loves me. In Love. With me.
*Ophelia*Asher’s parents take us all to dinner to celebrate the win of another game. It’s significantly more fun than any of the time I spent in L.A., and I think their son telling his girlfriend he’s in love with her put everyone in a much better mood after Courtney. We go to an upscale Italian place, but we are not properly dressed. Usually, this would make me nervous because I feel as though I’d stick out. But in truth, I don’t notice if people watch over us. I’m bursting with love and happiness for my person; being with his family is like a dream come true.Frank orders a bottle of champagne for the four of us, holding his glass up once we’ve all been given ours. “To my family and Asher's big win.”We clink glasses, taking sips together. I watch Asher’s face, wondering if he picked up on his father’s words and their meaning. I don’t think he was referring to football, at least.We order pizza and pasta, and the restaurant's vibe is inviting. The Slaters know the owner well,