Not so bad - part 2

When couple loves each other and yet they don´t know how to propose... it´s time for plans. Sometimes those plans go right, sometimes wrong. But it doesn´t stop people from trying.

Jane shook her head tiredly. "He's the boss, so I can´t do anything with it." "Oh, you can," Zack interrupted her. "If he thinks that the band can live without your texts, it's time to take it on the chin." "Zack!" "I meant it metaphorically," he said. "But even so. Forget him. Just dissappear for few days, and he will end begging you to write for him. "

Jane was on her feet and hanged guitar on her shoulder. "Forget him, okay? He just had a bad day today. He looked angrily already when I came to him, it probably had nothing with my text. " Zack just shrugged. "Even so, when his bees fly away, it doesn´t give him right to blame you."

Blame? Jane thought  as she left the stairs. He just criticized my text. No big deal, she  convinced herself. So he didn´t like it, and what? He doen´t have to like all my texts. But you want to please him, whispered the small voice. No, contradicted Jane angrily. It´s not about him. I only want him to like my lyrics, that´s all. To understand why you write them, voice wasn´t giving up yet. That they´re not so much for band as for him.

"Enough already," Jane snarled aloud. She will go to listen band for while and  then she´ll go home. And Vincent and texts can be dealed with tomorrow. Hey, that´s good plan.

It´s never been easy with Vincent. They accorded rarely, but they at least managed to find a compromise. Although Vincent has been Jane superior, he never missused  his position.  They were always able to talk openly together, to find sollution, with which both agreed.

Often they argued because of music. Jane wasn´t writing it, only texts, so almost every day she went to complain toVincent  about the melody. Sometimes she felt that Vincent's having fun. Deliberately agreeing with rhythm, that he knows Jane doesn´t like, just to be able to quarrel. At such moments, a young songwriter had a feeling that she has a chance.

It would go easier with another manager. He would  poke his nose lees into the text and music, and would take care of other things. Why we can´t have someone normal for manager? Jane thought morosely. But it would mean no seeing Vincent, said inner voice. Shut up!

At least you have an excuse for those daily meetings. Shut up! Maybe he´s really  doing it on purpose. To have you around every day... Enough! He doesn´t want me. Period. Wouldn´t it be better to never meet him? Now I wouln´t be able to forget him easily ...

Suddenly, Jane winced. She was drowning in selfpity, when bitter thought meld in her head in new manner.

About two hours later, she knocked on the boss´ door and squeezed sheet of paper excitedly. Did Vincent want non-love song? So it will be. And maybe it will improve his mood and they won´t argue anymore for today. Not until week or two later, when notes are done. As always. It's not so bad ...

"Come in," sounded from office, and Jane obeyed. To her  surprise, boss wan´t alone. Vincent didn´t use to have meetings in this time, but now blond gir was sitting in from of him.

"Um, am I interrupting?" Asked Jana is nervously. "No," said Vincent much more formal than ever before. "Actually, your timing is perfect," he smiled arrogantly. "Let me introduce you to Rosalie Byron, applicant for a position of songwriter."

Position of songwriter? Applicant? "" But ... I ... "Vincent waited with a polite smile   for Jane to understand. "It means ... I´m fired? " No. He would never do it. Not due to a single text.

"I'm sorry, but yes, you are." Vincent's gray eyes were like ice. As a whole ocean of heavy, dark water, which suddenly fell on Jane. She could not breath, could not see the sun over that gray surface, only stiffly stared at Vincent. "You´re runned off, Jane," said Vincent quietly and she was pulled from the nightmare. But this dream is not over.

With gripped neck, she wrinkled paper that was in the hands and threw it toward the
bin. Without looking if she striked or not, she turned on heel and busted out of door. Her eyes burned with tears.

After Vincent finally got rid of candidate, he tiredly knocked on the table. He didn´t  expect it to be so difficult. You want to forget about her, don´t you? he asked himself in vain.  If he knew how Jana will look he would probably fired her via phone like a true coward. How  can I forget her? thought worriedly. She all I want and I can´t have, and now I will not be even  seeing her ...

His eyes travelled to crouched paper next to trash bin. Jane's new text? He crounched down and slowly straighten all ripples. Without much interest, he skipped page. It was a new text, that he could see on first glance, just how many times he had similar manuscripts in his  hands. Now it was different. Scribbled hastily and full of slashes.After the first verse, small wrinkle aroused on his forehead and didn´t disappeared even after he finished reading.