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Offline genocidal king  
#1 Posted : 17 December 2010 04:39:36(UTC)
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I sigh loudly to myself as I look around the room. We're inside Dime Studios in Edinburgh, Scotland. Many amazing bands had recorded albums here, and at one point, the studio had actually belonged to Blood Of Wecz. But I can't think of the history of the place, and the music that came out of such a legendary setting, all I can think about is my current situation.

It's been like three weeks since my debut single came out, and in that time there has been so much that has changed in my life. The single has climbed the airplay charts every week, and with every week that passes, I get more requests for this, that and the other. "Katie come and play live here", "Katie, sign my single sleeve." I don't know why, but all this is getting me really down in the dumps. Perhaps it's all the snow, maybe it's the fact that I haven't been able to stand up properly without sliding on my ass for three weeks...or maybe...just maybe...it's to do with HIM....not the band, but a horrid person...

I signed my deal with Studio 60, and I'm still thrilled about that, but following on from there, I can't help but think that I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fired Simon. My manager, the man who had spotted me, and got me this far, out on his ass! Just like that. What the hell was I thinking? I really can't answer that, not even to myself. And this....this Gino...the man who had seemed so charming, and had given me his business card wrapped in some really cute flowers...what an asshole! It's only been a few weeks, and already he's getting me to pimp myself out to any store that needs a record signing session, or any local radio station organising a christmas lights turning on! I mean, I'm only 19 and all I have in my head is just how exhausted I am...I can barely even concentrate on my recording as it is...

I swing back in my chair...this is the only place of comfort for me just now...a makeshift, hastily painted baby blue "dressing room", within the studio...the only place where I can be alone with my thoughts, the only place where Gino had agreed not to disturb me.

I let out another sigh as I close my eyes and let my legs swing in front of me.

Knock Knock Knock

"For fuck's sake Gino!" I shout, "I told you to lea...

I'm interrupted by a crash as the door flies open, and I scream

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET ON THE FLOOR...PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"
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