From the corner of her eyes she glared at the man to her left. Slowly those eyes moved to the car stereo that sat before him. She had just turned off whatever noise had been attempting to play out of the speakers. She wasn’t sure what that noise was, but she was sure it wasn’t music. So now Kristina was slowly waiting to see whether or not Terrance McCoy, her dear manager, was going to turn the blasted thing back on.
“Kris, if you want to not… go along with this, you best speak up now,” the man ignored the fact that the noise was no longer occurring, instead deciding to give her one last chance to back out.
“This was your idea. It’s not like I got anything else to do,” Kris answered as she shifted in her seat, turning to gaze out of the window. Terrance had given her the vaguest of information on this new career plan that he had decided on. He had explained that it was a chance for her to get back to playing the piano, but in a new way so that she could still use her talent. She had agreed only because she hadn’t seen a way around it. She didn’t want to live under her parents’ roof for the rest of her life, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to attempt to get into a university. However, the idea of being able to return to the spotlight seemed like a far off dream that she’d never be able to reach.
“Oh good,” the man seemed relieved, as if he suddenly knew that she wasn’t going to open up the car door and fling herself out into oncoming traffic.
The distance to the studio wasn’t far, and soon the car stopped. Quickly, Kris was out of her seatbelt and standing far away from the car. She no longer avoided the things, but she didn’t enjoy being in the contraptions more than she had to. What if something were to happen again that would steal even the tiny change that she had to perhaps return to the piano? Kris wasn’t going to risk that.
“Come on, they’re probably waiting for us,” Terrance encouraged the woman forward into the building where the first meeting between two different artists would take place.