Cut it, will you? (Edited)

"Fine. It is your house, after all, it isn't as if I care." She shrugged and crossed her hands.

Jeff smiled at her. "So, you liked my surprise?"

Amy narrowed her eyes dangerously at him and was about to snap when her phone and the identity of the caller stopped her from doing so. "Excuse me," She excused herself and walked a bit further into the backyard, stopping at the fish pond thing. "What is it this time?" She asked the music producer.

"There is a couple of ohms, shows, I think it would be cool if you get the exposure you know…"

She cut him off. "Not now, give me some more time, I need to be ready and at least release an album. Are you in the studio, I could come right now?"

"Yeah, I was ohm, working late."

Amy peeped a bit and seeing Jeff with his phone she quickly answered him. "I will be there in say ten." With that, she hung up and slowly walked to where Jeff stood. She cleared her throat and when he looked up she rolled her eyes. "I'm going out." She started walking and only stopped when Jeff asked a question.

"You're going?"

Looking over her shoulder she faked a smile. Or she actually curved her lip. "I might stay up late."

Taking a black Lamborghini and pulling a hood on, she left the villa. The studio was located in the basement of some building, an orphanage to be honest. The blue lights were on, with a little purple light giving it some music taste. Her sharp eyes quickly spotted the silhouette of a man at some corner. "You really are working up late, aren't you? " she asked as she came closer, pulled a stool, and sat on it, facing the monitor he was hooked on. He only looked up briefly and offered a polite smile.

"I was trying to do what I can." His hands moved the mouse as he clicked into something. "Making the audio flawless," he said briefly glancing at her. Amy smiled and nodded.

"Doesn't look easy, maybe I will raise, you know your salary a bit." She rubbed her hands for warmth, somehow the studio was freezing.

Without even looking up he nodded. "I will be grateful, but I am earning higher than I could ever earn elsewhere, so…" he shrugged. "I feel like I should do my best here."

That made sense though. "So, about my shows?"

He rolled his seat so he was facing her and tapped on the arms of the seat. "Yeah, I was saying." He fixed his glasses a bit. "You know, get shows, have gigs, meet celebrities and you know get famous."

"I guess you are right, I will need exposure if I really want to make my career real…" Her phone vibrated in her pocket making her scoot a bit to get it out of her back pocket. Tapping the screen twice brought the screen alive and she saw the text from Lucy asking her where she was. She texted back before looking back at her producer who had all his attention on the monitor.

Not wanting to disturb him or be a nuisance, she moved over to the microphone that was behind a screen wall, set a beat, placed the dark blue headphones on, and started singing, slowly but steadily.

I just want wings, I want to flee a cage

Is it hard for dreams; must we gauge?

I am not a bird, must I behave

Pets are prisoners, why should I too?

Her eyes were closed, all she felt was the music, the energy, the lyrics, the taste, and the tranquillity of singing out her heart. There was peace in music, there was comfort in music, it was her free world. But someone had to interrupt that. Her beats died and her eyes fluttered open immediately and glared at the intruder. Lucy!

"Snap out of it dream girl." Lucy got in the space, her hands folded as if she was about to lecture her. Amy only raised her brows. "What is this I hear about you and Jeff getting sweet on each other?"

Rolling her eyes and placing the headphones on the mic, she got out of the space and walked to the plop cushions. "Me and Jeff, sweet? Are you kidding me, it's just because of his family, he wants them to think it's a normal marriage."

Lucy sighed loudly as she fell on the cushion on her back. "Geez and here I was thinking, 'finally some progress' ah!"

Amy's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you two do nowadays, gossip about me, huh?"

Lucy jumped up defensively. "Hello, it was Jason who called in the first place, I didn't start it."

Amy only rolled her eyes not even wanting to think about the disaster she had left back at her house, fuck her life.