Chapter Two: A Tiny Life
"Misfit Music is so big."
It was the next day, and, having been called into the big music company
for a final briefing from her new employers, Sadie had decided to spend
a few minutes exploring her new surroundings, drinking in properly for the
first time how glamorous and impressive it all was.
"To think that, in a week or two I might even be laying down my first
tracks here." She mused, peering in through the big frosted glass windows
of the main recording studio. "I dunno, it still kinda takes my breath away,
just thinking about it. All the big stars..."
She hesitated, then pushed open the door of the studio, stepping inside
and pausing to examine the many framed disks that hung on the walls.
"Jewel: Tapestry. Jewel: Only The Music. Jewel: Bijoux. I wonder
if soon Exotic will have a disk up here too." She mused, touching the glass
of each one reverently. "And one day, I will be a part of this. I will be
able to come in here and look up here on the wall and know that I played
my part in getting one of these. Platinum albums, gold albums, double platinum
albums...wow. So many people - I can't begin to imagine what it must be
like to have a fanbase that huge."
She crossed the studio to the other side.
"I wonder what the other records are for. These ones are older - they
must belong to the Misfits, I guess, since this is Misfit Music and I know
that Phyllis and Jetta were both phenomenal artists in their day. But these
ones are newer...I wonder."
She squinted at the gold label.
"Sirena? I'm sure I've heard of her, but I can't think where I might have
seen the name. I wonder if she's big in Europe too? Unless Topaz told me
about her, of course. That might be it. I can't place her music right at the
moment."
"Well, I find it hard to lay down a new track when someone else is in
the studio."
A voice came from the doorway and startled, Sadie swung around, her cheeks
reddening as she met the quizzical gaze of someone not many years her senior.
The newcomer was tall, with sleek, red-dyed waves of hair pulled back from
her face in a ponytail. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her
piercing emerald gaze reminded Sadie of the predatorial executive who owned
the recording company. Despite herself, she took a step away from the disks.
"I...I'm sorry." She murmured. "I didn't realise anyone was...was working
in here."
"Well, I suppose when you got here noone was." The other girl observed,
coming into the room proper and letting the door bang carelessly shut behind
her. "I'm late." She eyed Sadie thoughtfully.
"I'm guessing you're Garnet, right? The new Jewel that the press can't
keep from talking about?"
"Yes." Sadie nodded her head, blushing red once more. "I'm afraid you
know more than me...I feel like I should know you but..."
"Well, since you've been examining my disks, I'm rather put out that you
don't." The girl laughed. "I'm Emily Gabor...you can call me Sirena. I'm
Misfit Music's other biggest selling act - so we will probably see a fair
bit of each other."
"Oh!" Sadie stared, then, "Gabor? Are you...?"
"Related to the owner? Yes, she's my mother." Sirena's green eyes glinted
thoughtfully, and in a flash Sadie saw the likeness between mother and
daughter. "You're not familiar with my music, though? Hmm. Well, once you've
been in LA a while, that will change. I assure you of that."
She pulled herself up onto the unit, grabbing a folder down off the shelf
and flicking through it. Then, realising that Sadie was still watching
her, she glanced up.
"I am supposed to be working, you know." She said quietly. "I don't
object to company, but my album is already two weeks later than it should
be, and Mom isn't amused."
"Oh!" Sadie looked embarrassed, then, "I'm sorry. I'll let you get to
work. I didn't mean to intrude."
"Hey, don't worry about it, kid." Sirena eyed her keenly. "You have a
real name, or do you just answer to Garnet?"
"My...my real name is Sadie Monahue." Sadie responded. Sirena pursed
her lips.
"Sadie, huh?" She remarked. "Well, I suppose you could've been landed
with worse." She shrugged. "Okay, Sadie it is."
The singer turned her attention back to her files and, taking the hint
that she had outstayed her welcome, Sadie backed out of the studio, pulling
the door firmly shut behind her and leaning up against it as she regained
some of her composure. Sirena had not been unfriendly or unkind to her, but
there was something in the girl's off-hand nature and piercing green eyes
that told Sadie she was not someone to cross if it could be at all helped.
"I hope I haven't blotted my copybook with her already. I don't want to
make any enemies here, especially when I'm just starting out." She mused
to herself as she headed slowly back down the main corridor. "She reminded
me of Amber, just a little, only scarier." Amber, or Amanda Whatson was the
bass guitarist for the Teenangel Outsiders, but she was also an old friend
of Sadie's, and someone whom the fair girl had always put absolute faith
in.
"I wonder where I should head now." She mused as she reached the lift
shaft, pressing the button and waiting for the car to arrive at her floor.
"I know that up is where Phyllis and Jetta have their offices, so there's
no reason to go up there. Down then, I suppose. I know Cynthia, Copper and
Nancy are gonna help me find some new clothes this afternoon, but I really
need to find my way around this place as soon as possible. I know there are
conference rooms on the ground floor, and that there are studios and offices
and various other places throughout the building, but it seems so big and
confusing still. The last thing I want to do is look like a total idiot
when we come here to record or something and I don't know where the heck
I'm supposed to be going."
She stepped into the lift, pressing the button to go down, and leaning
back against the rail as she considered what she had learnt so far.
"Being a star is more work than I'd pegged it to be, even having chatted
to Topaz online for so long." She reflected. "And what they said about the
press worried me. If the initial press conference prints up okay, well,
fine, I've made a good impression on the local media. But what if I say
or do something wrong, or someone gets suspicious? One whiff of what happened
back in England and my career here would be doomed. I have to be absolutely
sure that I never give anything away, no matter what. It's for Jewel's sake,
as well as for mine. Positive publicity is important to them, and I'm not
going to be the one to let the ship capsize. They're local heroes and worldwide
superstars. I have to prove that I'm good enough to be there too, and I will!
Noone will ever associate Garnet with that Sadie Monahue, thief and
drug addict!"
The car reached the bottom floor, and Sadie stepped out, glancing briefly
at her reflection in the silver panels along the walls as if to convince
herself that she really had changed. Then she sighed.
"I'm paranoid." She muttered. "That was years ago. Noone here suspects
a thing, they've all been angels to me. I've earned this new start and that's
that. What happened back then doesn't even matter any more."
She turned down a corridor, glancing at the names on the doors as she
did so. Names of executives and employees, she decided. People she had not
yet met, and maybe never would.
"And this is the company creche." She murmured as she hesitated outside
one of the doors. "Where Topaz's baby will spend some time, no doubt, when
it's born and she returns to work."
She sighed, hearing the children's voices from within. They reminded her
of her family, back home in England, and despite herself she felt the homesickness
creeping back.
"I only wish they were here to share this with me too." She muttered,
pushing open the door almost without thinking about it and slipping inside.
"They're the only thing missing."
"Can I help you, miss?"
A girl in paint spattered overalls cast her a cheerful grin. "This is
the creche - did you take a wrong turn or something?"
"I was just looking around." Sadie said shyly. "My name is Garnet - I
just signed up with Misfit Music and I'm trying to learn how the building
is set up. I heard the sound of the kids laughing in here and it reminded
me of my nieces back home in England."
"Well, plenty of kiddies here." The girl beamed. "Garnet, huh? I've heard
about you. You're the new Jewel, ain't that right?"
"Yep, that's me." Sadie looked embarrassed. "Everyone seems to know who
I am today - it's a bit scary."
"You'll get used to it." The girl assured her. "My name's Debra - I've
worked here three years and I've seen most of the stars who come in and
out of this place. Lots of them have kiddies of their own, too. You have
children?"
"No." Sadie shook her head. "Though one day I'd like to. The only thing
I really miss about home now I'm settled up in LA is playing babysitter
to my nieces, Sharita and Megan."
"Well, if you ask me you're sensible." Debra said decidedly. "Busy lifestyle
it is, for most of the people who work here. And, well, we do our best, but
you know. Nothing can really replace Mom and Dad, can it?"
"No, definitely not." Sadie agreed, remembering her own parents. "So
all the kids here are kids of performers?"
"No, not all of them." Debra shook her head. She indicated a small boy
in the corner, studiously examining a cardboard paged book. "That's Michael
Gabor - Sirena's son - but other than that, we've only kids of executives
here today. Mike doesn't come here often - he goes to the Foundation most
days, because the girls there love playing with him and Sirena prefers it,
but Kimber - that's the lady who runs it - is down with a cold at the moment,
so he had to come to us. Can't let eighteen month babies go around catching
colds!"
"No, indeed." Sadie glanced at the darkskinned child and, seeming to sense
her gaze, Michael looked up, meeting her blue eyes with solemn brown ones.
"Hi there." Sadie cast him a smile. Michael did not respond at first,
then he offered a small smile, returning his attention to his picture book.
"He's sweet." Sadie remarked. "I wouldn't have picked him out to be Sirena's,
though. I met her for the first time this morning, and they don't look much
alike. Does he look like his father?"
"I never met his Dad, so couldn't tell you, but from what I've been told,
yes." Debra looked thoughtful, then, "You ever hear of a R&B singer
called Blade?"
"No, I don't think that I..."
"Well, see, 'bout two years ago now, this Blade guy and Sirena were thick
as thieves. Shacked up together and, if you believe the presses, very much
in love. Michael was the result."
"What happened to Blade?" Sadie looked curious.
"Ah, sad story." Debra said pensively. "He was shot by some nutcase fan
in San Diego. Tragic, really, he was still so young. Probably about your
age, I'd say. He was talented too - Rebel Records released a commemorative
disk and I play it all the time, he really knew his music. Tragedy all round
for this little mite - he was born six months later, and he never met his
Daddy. Rumour was at the time that Sirena's heart was broken, because she
pulled away into seclusion and she's not dated since. I wouldn't know myself.
She's not the kind of girl you can really stop and chat with, but she loves
the kid to death, that much is obvious. Guess maybe he reminds her of happier
days, if you catch my drift."
"I see." Sadie was touched. "Poor kid. I lost my mother that way too -
she was caught in the crossfire of a street riot when I was ten, and she
died straight away. It's a horrible way to lose someone, and it's sad that
Michael will never know his father."
"Well, life is odd sometimes." Debra sighed. "And I shouldn't be chatting
away to you when you've probably got several thousand other things to do."
She smiled impishly.
"It is nice, though, to get to know the company's new blood. I like meeting
new people."
"I feel less homesick now." Sadie admitted. "Coming in here has helped.
I guess I'm just used to being a part of a big family - that's important
to me these days. I don't have any family in LA, and it's something I have
to get used to."
"Well, feel free to come chat to me anytime!" Debra assured her. "I'll
be here."
"Okay, thanks." Sadie dimpled. "I do have to run now, because Cynthia
said something about helping me find a wardrobe fit for a Jewel, but thank
you for being so kind to me. So far everyone's been great and Los Angeles
is a dream come true...I only hope I'm gonna prove to everyone that I deserve
the chances they've given me!"
As she left the building, deep in thought, she did not notice someone
watching her from above; observing as she hailed a taxi and slipped into
the back seat with a friendly greeting to the driver.
"So that's Garnet." Sirena mused to herself, pursing her lips. "Jewel's
English acquisition. Why do I think that she's going to be an interesting
addition to this company? I'd bet anything that there's more to that girl
than meets the eye. Wonder if Mom and Jetta know exactly what they've signed
up?"
She shrugged, moving away from the window and scooping up a CD with perfectly
manicured nails, slipping it into the disk drive and hitting play.
"Jewel aren't my business or my problem." She decided, as she checked
to make sure her practice microphone was properly hooked up. "No doubt she'll
fit in. Things have a knack of going the right way for Jewel, after all."