Hurry up and wait

[Adriana Truscott]

It had seemed impossible when Adriana had read the owl on the doorstep of her home during a Hogsmeade weekend. We received your recording and were mildly impressed by your vocal range. We would like to hear more. the letter had read. She half expected them to reject her. In fact she whole heartedly expected them to reject her. Even for all Adriana’s confidence and let’s face it, arrogance. The one thing Adriana was shy about was her voice, that and on occasion her dancing, especially if it was for something very important.

Like her relationships, when anything worthwhile got serious or important she tended to cut and run. This may have been more a case of nerves and the fact that up until five months ago Adriana couldn’t sing her way out of a bucket. It was true that she had wonderful range, but she was constantly either flat or sharp and didn’t know how to get herself out of the hole she was quickly digging with her off key vocals.

The Hog’s Head wasn’t the best place to meet and she was beginning to question whether or not this was a good idea as she sat at a table pushing her coffee cup around the table afraid to drink it for fear that it wasn’t actually coffee. Adriana waited for the man who would most likely interview her and dismiss her forever as ‘the worst singer in the world.’ Nervously she fiddled with her fingernails inspecting their perfect red polish. Usually she manicured them herself but she was far too nervous and couldn’t hold the brush straight. Instead she had slipped away from her group of minions got herself a manicure and went to her interview, or hurry up and wait was more like it.

Maybe it was a prank? she began to think, Maybe someone knew about the letter I sent and they and recording I sent, and they have already rejected me or didn’t even look at it and now someone is trying to sabotage me or make me look like a fool, she could only think of a few people that would dare do such a thing. The most obvious option was Bradley. Her green eyes narrowed just thinking about him as she stared into her dark cup of coffee.

((ooc: Anyone?))

[Raymond Bennett]

Raymond only ever signed the best and so far he'd never signed a wizard, mainly because all of the music he'd heard from them was completely strange and they tended to sing about cauldrons and spells, things he couldnt sell to the general public. Which is why he had been reluctant to even meet with the young girl who Mark had told him all about but had agreed to when Mark had started going on about how he always said yes to Ally and how he'd speak to his mum about it.

So here he was, about to meet some girl who could sing decent enough though at times she was a tad pitchy, it wasnt anything he couldnt fix because he was good at his job and there was always autotune. He walked into the dingy pub that he didnt frequent too often and walked to the bar, ordering a a firewhiskey before noticing a young, attractive girl who looked terribly nervous and guessed this was who he was to meet with. He stood at the bar and gave her the once over, thinking she was very pretty but shook his head at himself, she was ages with Ally, he had to draw the line somewhere.

Approaching her, he gave her a warm smile, "Adriana? Im Raymond Bennett, owner of Suave Productions. I hope you havent been waiting long?" he pulled the seat out opposite from her and waited for her confirmation that he'd gotten the right girl.

[Adriana Truscott]

Her green eyes stared into the face of a very handsome man, a little flustered from her thoughts of ‘this place was creepy and horrid and why was she here,’ but she smiled pleasantly up at him which was astounding for Adriana. At the very least her smiles were either sexy or threatening or coy, usually in some instance she wanted something. In this case she wanted something but her reasons were entirely different. Her reasons were honest, and vulnerable.

“Hello Mr Bennett, I’m Adriana Truscott,” she introduced herself shaking his hand, “Not the famous one,” she smiled, “My brother’s the actor.” As much as she hated it, saying she was famous Jake Truscott’s sister got her in everywhere. She didn’t want to use that here, but her mouth tended to run amuck when she was nervous. It was a rare feeling for Adriana. She was the pillar of fearless. “No I wasn’t waiting long,” she smiled as she sat down. That was a lie but she wouldn’t bother with trivialities.

[Raymond Bennett]

Raising an eyebrow as the young girl greeted him with 'not the famous one' Raymond couldnt help but smile, "Not the famous one yet. Once Im done with you, you'll be topping every chart imaginable" he winked at her as he sat back in his seat, taking a sip from his firewhiskey as he observered nervous chattering.

"I have to say, you should feel priviledged. I have never even considered a meeting with a witch or wizard but Mark insisted I see you and Im a family man, so here I am. You've got a lot of impressing to do.." he took another drink before taking a cigarette out of a packet. "Do you mind?" he asked her but not offering her one, he didnt like to see young girls smoking.
"So, what are you hoping to get from this?" he motioned between the two of them, his cigarette still unlit as he studied the girls face.

[Adriana Truscott]

“That Mark of yours is pretty amazing,” she smiled. Mark and she had been friends since school. They got acquainted through her brother and her family that pretended they were purebloods. Mark understood the whole not quite pureblood thing while being surrounded by those snobby types of relatives and needing to live up to some kind of expectation. “Well then it’s a good thing I’m especially talented when it comes to impressing people, it’s sort of my innate birthright,” she joked easily.

Everyone said Adriana looked like her mother; she also acted like her mother and could have any guy eating out of the palm of her hand within five seconds. Business and acting like a grown up however was an entirely different arena she wasn’t quite familiar with. Sure she could act mature, be flawlessly elegant and graceful at parties but having to prove she was good enough, she never had to prove anything in her life.

Adriana thought about his question for a moment before answering. “I want to make music that touches people. When I listen to music it moves me, and that’s what I want people to feel when they listen to my music. And I don’t want to be placed into some tiny little box where I cater to a select group of people, I want to write a variety of music that everyone can relate to and enjoy rather than sticking to solely one genre and being labeled a pop princess for the rest of my life. I want to prove that I’m more than Jacob’s little sister, The Queen Bee, or Ally’s Replacement because I believe I have so much more to give than that,” she finished hoping he wouldn’t simply get up right then and bugger off saying she was a complete waste of his time. She had an extraordinary voice thanks to some coaching from her friend Stephan and was already a skilled performer with her background in dance of every style and practice imaginable. Now all she needed was someone to guide her, and to believe that she was good enough, something she wasn’t even sure of herself.

((ooc: Eeek I forgot about this sorry, I’m not sure if this is completely dead but I thought at least Adriana should be signed or not. Also hope it was okay that I said Mark and her knew each other through their families, I thought that would be the most likely possibility.))

[Raymond Bennett]

Lighting his cigarette, Raymond inhaled deeply before blowing a steady stream of smoke to the side as he gave a smile as she complimented his son before nodding slowly as she spoke about music, not giving anything away until he had made his mind up about her.

"Well sweetheart, I certainly dont think of you as Ally's replacement. No one can replace my Princess, she's irreplaceable" he winked at her, tapping the ash off of the cigarette into the ashtray before him, sitting quietly thinking about what to say trying to decide if she was going to be a wise investment or not.

"Everyone wants to change the world with their music, its not a unique thing to want anymore. You may have to be pigeonholed at first, build yourself a fanbase before branching out into different areas. A loyal fanbase at that" he leaned back in his seat, tipping his head to the side slightly as he studied her face to see how she'd feel about this.