Stealing Chastity by Hartford Devon

Author:Hartford, Devon [Hartford, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, New Adult, Office, Family Life, coming of age, Alcohol Abuse, comedy
Publisher: Devon Hartford
Published: 2016-01-07T08:00:00+00:00

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CHASTITY

No.

No, no, no.

No to Lance’s idea for his video, no to the song, and no to the money. That’s all we hear all day.

At the first meeting in Santa Monica at a major talent agency, the guys in suits with the manicured nails sitting across from us at the boardroom table in the meeting room aren’t interested. They think Lance’s song is derivative and the market is over saturated with EDM. If Lance had come to them with this idea a year ago, they said, then maybe. But not now.

“That went well,” Lance grunts over lunch at the Third Street Promenade.

The second meeting is the opposite. A recording studio just off Wilshire Boulevard near the beach. The investors are casual, wearing shorts and T-shirts like they were just surfing and they all say “dude” a lot. They also say Lance’s concept is too different. Too out there. They don’t think the target demographic will get it. Not what I expected from their casual surfer attitude.

When we walk to Micah’s car, Lance looks at me across the roof. “Really, dude? Really? Too out there? Dude?”

I snicker at how Lance is mimicking the investor’s overuse of the word dude.

He flashes a smile.

Beaver says groggily, “Your video needs tits. Lots of bouncing tits.”

“Shut the fuck up, Beaver,” Lance laughs.

“Who doesn’t like tits?” Beaver asks himself as we all climb into the car. “Do you not like tits, Chaz?” he asks me when we’re inside.

“I like mine.”

Beaver twists in his seat. “Lance, I’m telling you! Tits!”

“You can’t have tits in a YouTube video.” Lance is actually taking him seriously.

“Pasties. Like at a rave.”

“America is afraid of bouncing boobs, nipples or not.”

“America loves tits.They just won’t admit it. Wait and see. The twenty-first century will be the century of the tit. Breasts everywhere. Look at what Chaz is wearing.”

He’s right. My new black bra is clearly visible beneath my short sleeve Lurex crop top.

“See?” Beaver says confidently. “Tits.”

Lance grumbles, “Stop staring at her tits, Beaver.”

“Just saying. Your video needs more tits. It doesn’t have to be Chaz’s tits. Any tits will do. Although hers are pretty spectacular…” He says it seriously, like he’s solving a math problem, not lusting after mine.

I snicker.

Micah laughs, “Beaver, you need a girlfriend.”

“I’ve got plenty.” Beaver frowns and folds his arms across his chest before going to sleep.

Back at the office, Beaver goes home.

Micah says, “Do you guys mind if I mix on the monitors?”

“Um…” I don’t know what he means.

Lance says, “He wants to use the speakers instead of headphones. I don’t care. Raise the roof.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “Go right ahead.”

Micah sits at his Mac and goes to work editing one of Lance’s songs. The music is loud and the beat thumps through the floor, shaking the entire building.

“Office,” Lance says to me.

I jog up the stairs.

When the glass door closes behind us, it mutes Micah’s monitors, but the music still booms through the room.

“I need to fuck,” Lance grunts, shrugging off his suit jacket and dropping it on his executive chair.

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