Page 22 of Broken Harmony
“Nah.” She waves me off. “They’re just a band. You're the singer. No one wants to hear from them. Anyways, don’t be late.”
She turns around on her heel, leaving me standing there in shock.Did she just really say what I think she said? What the fuck is wrong with her?
In all honesty, I hate her. I’ve hated her from the moment we met back when I started with Dynamite Wave Records.
I could tell she was all fake, from her smile to her boobs. There’s something cold behind her blue eyes.
She hasn’t done anything outright to prove my worries; there's just this energy she gives off.
But seeing how I’m new to this world and should feel lucky enough to have this opportunity as it is, I haven’t said anything. I don’t want to make waves when I have no idea how this industry works. If anything, I should feel grateful enough to need a manager, right?
From what I’ve heard, she’s one of the best in this company and has some pretty big names under her belt. I can put up with her if it means she does good for our career.
That includes the guys.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I send a quick text to her, letting her know the guys are coming to the press conference. She reads it, and it takes until I'm in my hotel room for her to reply.
Julia: If they must.
“This woman,” I huff, shaking my head.
We’re in New York this weekend for our press tour, and because we have a short amount of time to make this record, I feel like it’s been nonstop since we started a few months ago.
Not that I’m not loving it, I am. It’s amazing to be able to see my creations come to life, to mix them with the guys' magic and make our own.
My YouTube channel has gained a lot more followers, a few more million than before. Everyone is hyped, and the little piece we’ve been teasing of the first song, Twisting My Soul, has gotten millions of views on every video we’ve shared.
It’s like I blinked and I went from being a nobody from a tiny town to somebody.
My uncle said Rage Against the Heart is going to take the world by storm, and I’m starting to believe him.
When the guys and I came up with a name for the band, it was perfect. I wanted to keep the name the guys had before, but they insisted we start over new.
“She’s doing it again,” I growl into the phone as I storm into the hotel room.
“Lovely,” Skyler mutters. “What’s the witch done now?”
“She’s trying to exclude you guys from the press conference.”
“What the fuck?” he hisses. “But it’s about our band.”
“I know.” I kick my shoes off. “She’s starting to piss me off.”
“She pissed me off from the moment Becky brought her into the business room and told us she was our new manager.”
I snort. “Yeah, same. But still. She’s getting more and more demanding. Is it just me, or is she trying to pull away from the plan Becky has in place?”
“So it’s not just us that noticed that,” Skyler mutters. “Ally, we haven’t wanted to say anything, but it’s almost like Julia is trying to make you into a solo act.”
“It’s not going to happen,” I insist. “I don’t care what she wants. It’s us or nothing. It’s in the contract.”
“I know. I’m not saying she’s going to get what she wants, but it’s almost like she’s trying to isolate us. Don’t you think, Ally Cat?”
I wince at the use of my new stage name. It wasn’t my idea. Okay, the choice in name was, but it was better than the one Julia came up with. Pinkie Pie. Like, was she for fucking real? I’m not a fucking My Little Pony character.
But she insisted on a stage name to help build a brand. Thankfully, she liked my choice. It was kind of a panicked in the moment pick. The first thing that came to mind was Lulu’s nickname for me. It was the only nickname I’ve ever liked.
And now it’s what the world is going to know me by. Some part of me feels like I betrayed Lulu by using the name. But another part of me feels connected to her.
