Jet Life

Kirty couldn’t contain her excitement and tears started to fall down her rosy cheeks. This was what she had always wanted even when she always said it wasn’t a big deal to her. To be able to be someone in the world and not just a nobody like her parents had always made her believe. She was proud of herself for turning her life around and over coming every obstacle that came her way. It was an emotional rollercoaster for her. She wiped her tears and laughed. “I’m sorry I just… I’m so excited and I’m so happy.” She nodded, understanding all of what needed to be done. This was a huge step in her life and she needed to think long and hard about the upcoming changes that would begin to take place. “Thank you. I mean it. Thank you.”

Tears of joy was one thing he would never get tired of. She was appreciative, that was one thing he valued about the young woman. She wasn't entitled nor did she feel as though anyone owed her anything. She radiated determination and most importantly she had a dream. Many people assumed Jerome had things handed to him, though anyone that really knew the story knew he worked his ass off to become a recording artist that led onto him building his franchize. Handing her a box of tissues her shot her a welcoming smile “It’s okay, shed a few tears. It’s how you feel never hide it.” He assured her. “My assistant should be giving you a call sometime tomorrow then we can go from there. This is the start to a very long road, Boneta.”

Kirty sat down next to Rome and listened to every single thing he said. She was happy that he believed in her even though he barely knew her. She definitely wanted to prove to him she belong at Arkaik and she would do anything to be able to work under him and improve her talent. “I’ve just been going through a lot of changes in my personal life and singing is helping me find myself and learn about things I didn’t know were there. I definitely feel myself growing stronger as a person and as an artist. To be honest I never really thought of myself as someone who would step foot in a booth. It made me feel powerful, like I belong there.” She looked back at the booth she was just in and smiled thinking of that one person who also made her feel that way. “I can give you all that emotion and so much more. I want this.I want to be part of Arkaik.”

He had sat down with a lot of others who wanted to make it in the game, many of those who had talent and many who looked good image wise. But only the true talent lasted, and only the true talent got signed. She was new to this all and a large part of getting signed came with paying dues. Arkaik signed multiple artist at a time, it was like a fighting game to see who could make it to the top the fastest. He didn't want Kirty to worry about any of that, he wanted her to craft her voice really put in work before she was released to the world. “That’s the thing about music, it’s that thing inside you that keeps you going when there’s nothing else there. You put every piece of you into your music and that, that is how you connect with others. If you believe you belong her, truly believe it. Then you do. Not many get a second chance at coming back, but look at you.” He exclaimed. “That’s what I like to hear.” The corner of his lips curved upward, the male felt accomplished in this deal to be made. “My assistant will draft up all the legal work before things are confirmed, I want you to fully understand the guidelines of being signed to Arkaik and what’s expected of you just as you will tell us what you expect from us. We want you here.”

She had met Rome a couple of times before. Of course she had known exactly who he was and just being able to talk to him those times were enough for her. But it looked like the universe had different plans for the two of them. Jerome had been at the nightclub she had performed in a week ago and had invited her to his private studio. Kirty didn’t have to think twice for her answer. So now here she was early in the morning in an actual recording booth singing. Singing had taken a huge major role in her life ever since Grayson had left for D.C. It was as if he was there with her in every lyric she wrote and sung. She missed him so much and the passion she put in every note showed that. She had prepared two songs for Rome and now singing the last one which was by Whitney Houston,she felt nervous about what he was going to say. Kirty let out a big sigh and smiled as Rome commended her. She quickly went out of the booth,nervous. “ Thank you! Thank you! I’m still shaking at the fact that I’m here right now.”

Arkaik was going as strong as usual, and with the recent passing of it’s anniversary Rome took pride in knowing that he was still enjoyed pulling in the fresh voices that not only represented what the company was about, but the kind of talent the world needed to know about. Pulling out a chair as he awaited the petite womans presence. he glanced through his phone to check his next appointment. As she entered the room the male extended his hand towards the vacant seat. Readjusting himself,  he shot her a smirk. “Now that--that was something.” He commented. “Don’t thank me just yet.” Rome remembered the first time he had came in contact with the younger woman, she was just as excited and nervous as she was today. Her singing was decent, her voice needed a little work but even he knew that wasn't the last time he would see her. He had taken a small shrine to her, and because of that it was how she got a second interview. “You’re here because you've got something, something I think the world needs to know about. Now, what happened in there I need to see that happen every time you step into the studio. That’s the emotion people need to feel when listening to you. Now if you think you can give me that, I think there is a spot here at Arkaik for you.”

The movement of his head certainly gave off the effect that he was enjoy the sound that left the booth before him. He had stood right there in that same spot, with her right there behind that booth. Yet something was different. What she was missing before she had seemed to find, what he needed to hear--he was hearing it.  As she finished up her song he looked up at her, a small smirk hung from his lips. “That was--” His words lingered for a moment. “Fire. That was fucking fire.” He commended her. “Come in here so we can talk a bit more.”

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JEROME ANTHONY MILLER

chrissa vday ≠ february fourteenth - fifthteenth, two thousand and fifteen

flew down to barcelona spain for the weekend. rented a home by the beach.

the two had breakfast on the beach followed by a brief swim and massage session by on call masseuse. 

after morning activities rome presented her with pink roses and pink moet.  

after getting ready for the day the two roamed the streets, thus taking desi on a shopping spree.

with a little downtime the two stepped into a bath house for a brief relaxation breather.

attended a exclusive fashion show, thus spent a little time talking with one of desi's favorite designers. 

ended the night at a tapas bar, ordering half the menu and still left them hungry by the end of the night.

Though the man had moved up in the company he hated feeling like he was detached from the talent he brought it. When time permitted itself; he liked to sit in on studio sessions especially when it was with some of the people he signed a few years back. He watched as the girl stepped out of the booth. "That was hot, but not hot enough. I need more fire in there. More emotion."

"Now why you look so surprised to see me." The man laughed out while holding his arms open. "What, I can't come down to your neck of the woods no more? You know it use to be us and a whole crew in those booth for hours. You better come over here and get this hug, just because you grew a little don't mean nothing."