“Lana, what’s going on with you lately?” Peter asked in a slightly resentful tone. Truth is, I’m not sure what’s going on with me lately.
I’d been volunteered into a girl war, made friends and enemies I never knew before this, my best friend was scouting for the label in another country, my other best friend wouldn’t be returning from tour until next week, and I felt like my life was spinning out of control.
“I don’t know Peter,” I answered. “Let’s just try it again.”
Peter sighed and took seat, but he didn’t start the backing track. Instead he just stared at me. “What? Let’s get started,” I told him. He shook his head.
“Lana, you used to tell me everything. Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.
Because you’re part of what’s wrong, I thought. I shrugged. “It’s nothing specific Carson. Can we please get on with recording this song? I want to finish before I’m dead.”
“Lana, a producer/musician relationship doesn’t work nearly as well if there’s no trust.” I stared blankly at him. Peter sighed again and walked through the door and onto my side of the glass.
He stopped in front of me and pulled a stool over to sit down. I said nothing.
“You are the most talented artist I’ve ever worked with, you know that?” he asked. I scoffed.
“Yeah, sure I am. I’m just a kid with a guitar Peter, I’m not that special.” He let out a groan.
“Lana, stop thinking like that. I’m not the type of person that would lie to spare anyone’s feelings. If I’m telling you that you’re the most talented, I’m telling the truth.” I felt my eyes start to well up.
“What does this have to do with anything?” I asked. I finally looked up at him to see his smile.
“You’re doubting yourself, girl. And you shouldn’t. You’re talented, and a fighter. Whatever it is that’s happening, even if you’re not ready to tell me what it is, you can get through it okay?”
This was it. This was the reason that I’d fallen so hard for Peter. Underneath the snarkiness, the “bad boy” attitude, and all that, he cared about me. That was undeniable. My next choice I immediately regretted.
I practically lunged forward and kissed him.
I pulled back, completely shocked at myself. I’d been working with Peter for months, I’d done everything possible to keep this crush under control.
One look at his face told me I’d just ruined everything.
“Lana…” he trailed off. “This, us, it can’t happen.” And with that hastily put together sentence, my heart shattered.
“Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” I said. The tears that had only threatened to show a few minutes ago, were now streaming down my face full force.
“Lana, no you’re not.” He tried to put a hand on my shoulder, but I jerked away.
“I have to go home, let’s finish the song tomorrow.” Before he could say anything, I’d grabbed my guitar, my backpack, and the last shreds of my dignity, and bolted out of the recording room.
After an entire school day of being glared at by Massie, given apologetic looks from Kristen and Dylan, and talking to Alicia (who’s friend Olivia had indeed gotten a nose job), and listening to everyone come up and compliment my hair (I’d decided it was time for a change), I was dreading going back to the studio.
I drove as slowly as possible, took extra turns, and looped around the parking lot, and still managed to arrive 15 minutes early.
“Well shit,” I said, looking at the clock in my car. I couldn’t keep driving around and waste gas, so I parked, climbed out, and slowly trudged over to the building.
I made my way to the sound booth and noticed neither Peter, nor his mixer friend Dan, were there. I sat against the wall under the glass unseen by anyone entering the booth, listening to the feedback from the microphone. Someone forgot to turn it off when they left.
Suddenly I heard voices, and I held my breath.
“She actually kissed you?” Dan asked. I closed my eyes. Peter had already told Dan.
“Yeah, she did.”
“You’re not thinking of doing what I think you’re thinking of doing are you?” Dan asked. Peter scoffed.
“Dan, come on. She’s 15.”
“I know that, I was making sure that you knew that.” Some papers were shuffled, and the machines were turned on.
“Dan, seriously. Do you think I like this? Do you think that I like knowing that the greatest chick in the world, the one who gets me the most, is off limits? Give me a break. I’m not that guy, okay?”
“Okay. But if she were 21?”
“In a split second.”
My heart skipped a beat. After what happened yesterday, I just assumed Peter wasn’t interested. But now?
Now I had hope.
“Aye, there he is!” A voice called. I heard Dan and Peter leave, meaning I was clear to get out. I slipped out the back door and into the main hallway of EFI’s building. As soon as I did, I saw what the commotion was.
“Lana Lovitz, where you at?” a guy asked. I raised my hand and walked over.
“Present,” I said. The owner of the label smiled and introduced me to EFI’s newest addition.
“Lana Lovitz, this is Kyle Cross. He’s gonna be in your music video.”
“Nice to meet you Cross,” I said, holding out my hand. He shook it with a smile.
“You too Lovitz.”
“So you’re playing my love interest huh?” I asked. He shrugged.
“If that’s what you wanna call it. But if that’s how it is, why don’t we grab some dinner sometime? Make it feel a little more authentic?”
I was speechless. “Dinner?” I asked.
“As friends,” he said. “Or, if you prefer, acquaintances. If we get to know each other, the video will be easier to shoot, you know?” I thought about it. He had a point. A very direct point, but a point nonetheless.
“You’re on. Take out and crappy movies?” I asked him.
“It’s a date. See ya Lovitz.” I smiled and turned around to head back to the studio. As I stepped in the booth, I saw Peter walk in. He gave me a weak smile and sat in his chair.
“Ready to start?” he asked. I nodded.