Diamonds Are Forever. Michelle Madow
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“So that’s the basics,” Lynda Caine said from behind her desk. She looked so pristine in her beige suit, her hair pulled into a delicate top bun, and she looked Savannah straight in the eyes. “I’ll want your cover songs up on iTunes, and for you to make joint videos with my other clients. Emily Nicole’s told me how much she loves your videos, and that you chat on Twitter, so the two of you could make a great team. I’ll also find brands to pitch you to for possible sponsorships—we’ll get an idea of the demographics following you online to figure out where to book live shows, and I’m going to push for you to perform at VidCon this summer. How does all that sound?”
“It sounds amazing,” Savannah said, breathless. “I love Emily Nicole’s channel, so doing a video with her would be awesome. And I’ve always wanted to perform at VidCon.” She tapped her fingers against her legs, glancing at Rebecca for confirmation. Rebecca had to say yes. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. How could she turn it down?
“And eventually Savannah will work with a cowriter and record original songs?” Rebecca asked.
Savannah clenched her fists, wishing Rebecca hadn’t brought that up. Yes, it had always been her dream to record an album of her own. But that would never happen if Lynda decided her family was too pushy and didn’t sign her because of it.
“That will come in time.” Lynda smiled brightly. “But as I said earlier, first we need to get Savannah a secure enough following through her YouTube cover songs. She already has a healthy number of fans on YouTube, Twitter and Instagram, but those fans need to develop trust in her brand, and feel like they know her as a person. Once we see a bigger boost in Savannah’s social media following, we’ll record original songs.”
“Perfect,” Savannah jumped in, not wanting Rebecca to have another chance to mess this up. “I’ve been trying my best on Twitter and Instagram and everything—thanks to a good friend who helped me. But let me know anything else you want me to do on social media, and I will.”
“Are you referring to Perry Myles from One Connection?” Lynda leaned forward, her eyes hungry.
“Perry helped me a lot when he Tweeted about my channel,” she said, since it was the truth. “But it was a guy from my school—Damien—who helped me at first. Way before anyone heard about my channel, Damien had all these great ideas for me to spread word online. My YouTube channel would be nowhere without him.”
Lynda raised an eyebrow. “Is Damien your boyfriend?”
“No.” Savannah swallowed and looked down at her hands. “He’s just a friend.”
“And Perry...?” she asked. “In your segment on My Fabulous Sweet Sixteen, it looked like there might be something between you two.”
“Seriously?” Savannah laughed. “No way. I mean, we Tweet and text sometimes, but he’s one of the most famous people in the world. He could have any girl he wanted.”
“And if that girl were you?” Lynda asked. “Being seen with Perry would be excellent publicity. You know how much his appearance at your party helped your channel—now imagine that tenfold.” She paused, which gave Savannah just enough time to imagine Perry getting out of a limo at the Grammys—with her by his side. “That’s what would happen if you pursued this opportunity.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. It was beyond cool whenever she saw a Tweet or text from Perry, since he was so famous that she’d never imagined he would know she existed. But he wasn’t truly interested in her. Was he?
“Perry’s cool and all,” Savannah said. “But it would never work between us.”
Lynda smiled, as if she knew something Savannah didn’t. “Why do you say that?”
“Because...” She pressed her lips together, not wanting to say the first thought she had—that pursuing something with Perry would wreck the chance of anything happening between her and Damien. “He lives in a different country. And he’s on a world tour, so we can’t even see each other. Not that it matters, since we barely know each other.”
“I thought the two of you Tweeted and texted?”
“It’s just chitchat,” Savannah said. “He’s not interested in me. And even if he was, I follow gossip sites, so I know his reputation. He never dates anyone for longer than a few weeks, if that.”
“You can’t give those sites too much credit,” Lynda said. “Yes, Perry’s an international superstar, but he’s only seventeen. You can’t fault him for not having had a long-term relationship yet. And the two of you looked like you really clicked on your segment of My Fabulous Sweet Sixteen.”
“It was my party, and he was paid to be there,” she said. “Of course he was nice to me.”
“You said yourself that he’s stayed in contact with you since the party,” Lynda said. “Was he paid to do that, too?”
“No,” Savannah admitted. “But he’s just being friendly. He has his choice of every girl in the world. Why would he pick me?”
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit,” Lynda said. “You keep coming up with reasons why it wouldn’t work, but how do you know if you don’t give it a try?”
“I guess I don’t.” Savannah shrugged.
“Exactly,” Lynda said. “The One Connection world tour breaks in March. You could try seeing Perry again during that break, and in the meantime, get to know him better over the phone. The exposure could really help your career.”
Savannah froze, not sure what to say. Because Perry wasn’t the guy she was interested in—he wasn’t the one she thought about all the time, wondering what it would be like if they ever dated. That guy was Damien.
Unfortunately, ever since her disastrous crush on him last summer, Damien had put her in the permanent “friend-zone.”
“If Savannah’s not interested in pursuing a relationship with Perry Myles, then she’s not interested,” Rebecca interrupted. “I thought we were here to discuss a media contract—not Savannah’s social life.”
“Networking is an important part of being successful,” Lynda said. “Savannah asked if there was anything she could do that would help her career. My biggest suggestion right now is to pursue this connection with Perry Myles. But if you don’t want to take my advice...”
“I’ll do it.” The words burst from Savannah’s mouth, and she sat straighter, hoping she looked more confident than she felt. She was not losing this chance. “If you want me to get to know Perry better and see him in March, then I’ll do everything I can to make it happen. I promise.”
“All I ask is that you try.” Lynda pulled a few papers out from a drawer in her desk and handed them over to Rebecca. “This contract outlines everything we’ve discussed. I’ll need both of you to sign—assuming you’re Savannah’s official guardian?”
“I won’t be until the wedding.” Rebecca flipped through the pages. “Right now her official guardian is her father, Adrian Diamond. He’ll want to have his lawyer look this over before he or Savannah signs anything.”
Savannah deflated and sat back in her chair. What if in the time between now and the lawyer reading it, Lynda decided she didn’t want to represent her anymore?
“Can I sign it now?” She held up the pen, ready to go. “Then we can bring it home and Adrian can sign it when he’s ready?”
“Adrian wants you to wait,” Rebecca said. “Nothing’s going to change in the next few days.”
Savannah crossed her arms and frowned, but she didn’t want to argue with Rebecca in front of Lynda. Adrian’s signature was the one that mattered, anyway.
Rebecca plucked one of Lynda’s