Cassie blinks at me, and her mouth twitches like she can’t decide whether to force a smile or not. Eventually, she settles on lifting her eyebrows and holding my eye contact very intently as she replies, “And I didn’t recognise you without a stiletto shoe in your hand to yield like an axe.”
I study her as I take a drag on my cigarette, cocking my hip. She looks me up and down, taking in my tight black jeans with rips up and down both legs and the black vintage Woodstock T-shirt I stole from a fan’s mom I fucked a few years ago. It’s so large it hangs off my shoulder, and I do nothing to pull it up as her eyes land on my bare skin there.
Yes, Cassie is provingveryinteresting.
“Okay, Cassie, Pia.” Martin’s voice sounds out over the internal speaker. I tear my gaze away from Cassie and look through the window at him. “Headphones on. Let’s listen to the demo together and then do a few run-throughs before we hit record.”
“Yes, boss.” I give him another salute.
I step into the booth next to Cassie and feel a little bereft that I can no longer see her. Placing the headphones on, a piano intro is already tinkling in my ears. But it’s not very clear. I look through the window and catch one of the sound tech’s eyes. I point upwards, indicating I need it louder in my ears. He obliges, but the sound still isn’t as clear as I would like.
However, about halfway through the song, I’m almost relieved I can’t hear it pitch-perfect. It’s awful. Whiny and slow andbleurgh. And the lyrics … I’ve heard fucking infomercials be more sincere.
Blonde hair, big blue eyes,
Surrounded by a web of lies.
You think, he’s yours alone
But tell me, who is he taking home?
Black hair, thin dark stare
You look good trying not to care
I know that he’s only mine,
Find a better way to waste your time.
What I want, is for him to be true
What I want, is to be rid of you.
What I want, is a man that’s only mine.
What I want, is him for the rest of time.
Pretty girl, you smell sweet
Why can I still smell you on my sheets?
How long, will it take
For you to accept the truth you hate?
What I want, is for him to be true
What I want, is to be rid of you.
What I want, is a man that’s only mine.
What I want, is him for the rest of time.
You think, you’re so strong
But I’d do anything, no matter how wrong.
Femme fatale, you’re just a girl,
