Role Play Here

 Lauren.. the link can fuck off

it still dont show up, my son never mind i got it, now

also forgot to mention that abigail (maggie) is a singer, and killian is like a freelance guitarist that band hops basically. kind of like tom morello (look him up if ya ain't catching my drift). 

but anywho, who wants to start? 

 oh kayden plays drums but cowrites too I can start or you can, doesnt matter

i thought that said "cowwrites" i was so confused. i'll start, i guess. just wanna clarify if its "kayden" or "kaden"? 

a b i g a i l

slowly slipping on my skinny jeans, i stepped foot outside my bedroom door where gustaf, my guard, awaited me after knocking consistently on my door until i woke up.

"what's up?" i questioned with quirked eyebrows.

"your manager, brad. he'd like to speak with you about something." his low voice made my stomach do a flip. i could never tell what that meant, but gustaf seemed to be on edge about whatever it was. had my face been plastered all over television again about how i had "acted out" or wore something "so revealing a nun's eyes rolled all the way back in her head, permanently"? 

"is it bad?" i quickly questioned, hugging my arms tightly to my chest. 

"maybe not to you, but to me. now hurry, you know how brad is," gustaf concluded with a small wave of the arm to get me moving like a lazy mule. gustaf had always been sort of a fatherly figure to me, although he rarely questioned some of my decisions, he always watched out for me with best intentions. most people were afraid of the big, burly man that spoke with a russian drawl and was built like a tank, but i cared for him, and he cared for me. 

tiptoeing my way down the grand, spiral stairs, brad awaited me at the center of the entry way with outstretched arms and a massive grin. surely, the opposite of what i was expecting. 
"magpie, darling! how are ya'?" he came in for a hug which a shyly recoiled from for a moment. he stepped back.
"whats the matta' child?" brad stepped back "did gustaf not tell you the good news, yet? you're doin' a duet with kayden mccormick! you know him, right? everybody does!" 

the tense posture i had twitched in confusion. i was relieved i hadn't done anything, but also realized the reason for gustaf's sour behavior. he didn't like kayden, but for good reasons. i had heard kayden was a party animal, always getting what he wants and doing whatever he wants. gustaf was always extra protective over people like him. i forced a smile, placing the loose strands of hair behind my ear. 

"great, when?" my groggy morning voice questioned with slight apprehension to the whole idea.

"sometime next week, doll. now hurry up, you got a meeting at noon."  

A b i g a i l 

after hearing she had a meeting with the mccormicks, abigail rushed to her room to change her attire. 

"come on, kiddo. it's time to skedaddle!" brad interrupted abigail and her mother, scarlett, who twirled her hair in long curls. 

"alright, alright," abigail exclaimed in frustration as she sat up from her seat. 

an hour later she found herself surrounded by new faces and a boy by the name of kaden who instantly switched moods after laying eyes on her. abigail's face flushed as she extended her arm to shake his hand. 

"yes, that's me. nice to meet you, too, kaden," she replied with a large smile. it was her job to be absolutely outgoing and charming. if anything, kaden would be a fun challenge to get her in the tabloids even more, but her thoughts were stopped to a hault when she caught a glimpse of gustaf to her right with crossed arms and a stern face. she cleared her throat "so...."

"right," brad took out his pen and circled areas of a contract from a table a few feet away. "you guys will be doing a duet. magpie, you do your thing, kaden, you do yours. the media will eat it up. you're both famous and controversial. they'll love it. now, come, sign these contracts and we'll get this show on the road by next weekend." 

abigail heaved a heavy sigh. "how long before it will be released?"

"all in the contract, magpie. all in the contract."

A b i g a i l

signing her life away, as abigail had thought of it as, she returned the paper to brad who flashed her a smile and shoved it all in his bookbag before handing it to his lawyer. "you won't regret this, magpie. it'll be great," he assured her quietly while patting her on the shoulder. "now with all that done, any questions or concerns?" 

abigail bit her lip as she glanced around the room. "how's this song going to sound. he's a drummer, and that's a little bit different from the style i'm used to." abigail admitted. brad shrugged his shoulders

"that's for both of you two to work out. it'll be different, but sometimes you have to venture outside of the box,"

abigail smiled tentatively.

"anything else?"

"no..."

"alright, we should be all set then, i presume? maybe get to know each other. talk about your styles and the objective of the song. converse, my friends!"

A b i g a i l

i whipped around at the sound of his voice, facing him. "well it seems we both have different sets of values," abigail concluded as she sat down in one of the leather sofas. it was uncomfortable, so abigail assumed it was only for show, not actual use. "....what do we write about? sex, drugs....love?" abigail spat sarcastically as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling vaguely uncomfortable, already. kaden was completely opposite from her, despite what the media might've protrayed. 

A b i g a i l

she breathed heavily, allowing herself not to walk out. "if we're going to work together, you have to do your part. so i apologize if my remarks upset you, but that's the way hollywood is." after the words left her mouth, abigail regretted, knewing that somehow it'd backfire on her. she had to get along with him. she'd be working with him for months, and from the minutes that already passed, abigail knew she'd be in for a wild ride.

just realized last night i went from first to third person. sorry for that.