Heartbroken and lonely, Lola is forced to spend her nights cuddling her cold, squished pillow. With the help of her best friend, Annalise, she finds a service offering the thing she needs most, cuddles. Upon obtaining the service, Lola is in for mor...
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Chapter Nine
The aggressive wind blows down the street and sends my hair whirling through their air in a tangled mess. As I try to fight it into a ponytail, I hear someone calling my name.
"Lola, wait for me," someone shouts from across the street.
I indirectly stop to check whose yelling. It can't be for me, I don't have many friends here. But as I see the culprit step into the middle of the bustling street, I notice its Kol. He runs across the road with large plastic bags in either hand.
"What the heck are you doing?" I call out.
"I have a present for you." He huffs. "I bought recording equipment with my savings from working at Cuddles," he begins to explain.
"You can't give me a gift." I shake my head. "And I know recording equipment is expensive, so I'd feel better if I gave you money for the equipment," I say.
"No, Lola, it's a gift, so take it." He frowns. "I believe in your music, so this is me showing you it." Kol shoves the bags into my hands, then crosses his arms over his chest.
"I really can't." I bite my lip nervously.
"I won't take it back, Lola. It'll sit in my apartment and it'll be a waste." Kol's stern voice makes me submit to accepting the gift. I feel bad about accepting expensive equipment, but I'd feel horrid if it went to waste.
"Thank you for the gift, Kol." I half-smile.
"I thought we could record a song, maybe sell it on iTunes?" he offers.
"Why would we do that?" I laugh.
"Because I want to help you achieve your dreams, Lola," he responds.
"I don't think this is a good idea," I say as we walk inside the building.
"I will believe for the both of us then." Kol and I walk upstairs and into my apartment. We go straight to the kitchen and place the bags on the table. We go through and unpack the microphone, half reading the instructions as we go.
I leave Kol to set up the microphone to my laptop while I freshen up from a long day of work. When I return, Kol has the microphone and a camera set up in the kitchen.
"What is the camera for?" I ask.
"The music video to accompany the song," he casually replies.
"So we're also making a music video, hm, when did we discuss any of this?" Recording a song, sure, that sounds fun. Selling it on iTunes, perhaps that's a little exciting... but a music video? That's humiliating. I don't suit the likes of a camera, which could be another reason Jason dropped me from his imprint. I'd never cut it in the music industry. Kol has just wasted all of his money on me.
"Come on, Lola, it's going to be fun. What song do you want to record?" he asks.
