Usually, you refer to desiderata to a list of things you want. Technically it's latin for "desired things".
Here's my question. Just how many things would you be willing to do for something you desire? Personally, I'd do anything. Sell my soul to the devil? I don't think he'd want it! I haven't been sleeping much honestly. In fact, almost two hours every day for the last two months. And it's not like fatigue isn't winning me over, but it paid off.
I sneaked off yesterday. With Cat's help it all went according to plan. I pretended to be dead sick. The STS came to see me and such and he was convinced I was VERY sick and that I should stay in bed. How did I trick the thermometer? I placed a hot pad under my bed. Of course my body temperature would be almost to boiling points. After that, when I made sure he had written down my excuse for all the teachers, I kept on with my plan. (I did have a.... ahem... visit, but I'll talk about that later). Finally, I got out of my dorm, sneaked into the garage and got my car. I drove to New York. What? From Boston to New York it's just a 4 1/2 hour drive. I actually made it in 4 hours (I was in a hurry). Once in New York, I had a really big meeting... reason why I took my very pretty sexy, negotiator clothing.
It all comes down to this:
- I stayed over at New York.
- At 9:00 am I had my meeting. The guy is a big shot who's heard of OVERDOSE. (The other guys stayed at school, but I had a legal mandate to represent them). I signed the contract, which had all we ever wanted. A record that would begin to sell in two months (we've been working with it for a few months), a suprise release which I can't say, but it's an awesome campaign and finally... we're going to play in the Live Earth Concert, two days before the CD starts selling worldwide. Of course, our parents know we're up to this. OVERDOSE, people, just got serious.
After I finished talking with him. He looked at me. I had just signed a nearly 10 million dollar contract... if everything went according to plan. If everything turned out for the best, we would be famous in no time... I mean like... Evanescence famous. Can you imagine that?
"Listen..." he smiled at me. He must've been like 40 years old. Yeah. Though Mr. Clive Davis, son Clive Davis Sr., was a genius of Sony BMG. "I can see it in you, you have ambition."
I was very sober, and quiet, staring at him. "No, Sir, I have passion."
"Hmm?" he blinked at me.
"Passion to trascend. That is what moves me. It's what keeps me going."
He laughed. "You're young, but you have a lot of potential. I cheer to that." He opened a bottle of Chardonnay and we cheered indeed.
Of course. I wasn't alone in all this, though I don't mention her. Caroline was with me. She read the contract I was signing over and over and made sure that all the clauses were beneficial to my person and to the band. That's why I felt so safe signing.
After it was over, and I was out of there, I thanked Carol for her help. Though we're second cousins, she's always helped me out. She said she had to go back to Delton Industries, but that she would be happy to witness the day I became worlwide known.
"It's not easy, kiddo." she smiled at me "You've taken a path few dare step on... but it takes effort and you'll be there."
She left and I called my dad. "It's done." I sighed into the phone "Thanks Dad."
I could hear him chuckle "You don't have to thank me over anything. It's your talent that got you there. Sending your concerts and the recordings you have so far. It was your own idea and your own iniciative."
"Yeah... but having Owen Vasser as your father is also a good help..."
"Talent goes no where if you don't use it wisely, Ashley. Now, you're on your own. I'm proud of you, my beautiful daughter."
"You won't tell mom I sneaked away from school?"
"You want me to end up like Java the Hut? No way. DO go back to school now. Life won't be the same from this point onward."
"I know, Dad. I know!" Before I left New York, though, I went to the Hershey's store and bought tons of chocolate to celebrate. (which was a LITTLE mistake, cause I stayed there for like three hours, buying chocolate and making chocolate and getting my name on the scrolling machine they have...) <--- SUCH a sucker for chocolate
Driving back to Boston, I was hoping Caterina succesfully covered up for me. Carol kept all the legal papers, but I kept a copy just to show Lin, Alex, Draven... and aside from the band to show Caterina of course. I inserted a CD of some of our previously recorded songs and put the volume to its max, lowered the windows and enjoyed the highway. I got back like at 6:30. By the time I actually got there, I WAS dead tired, but I wanted to show everybody and TELL everybody the good news.
You know... it hit me... I also wanted to show him that I had signed this contract. I wanted to hear what he would say... if he would smile at me, or bug me... or just say it's "monkey business". It's strange... but I've found myself thinking about him almost every minute of the day (though I valiantly try to stop myself). About the visit I received. I was pretending to be sick and he suddenly appears to take care of me. Whatever. And when I "fell asleep" he kissed me near the corner of my lips. It made me silently yearn, I do love it when he kisses me. (this is the part where I forgot that I was driving a CAR and almost crashed). Anyways... I feel like I want to share things with him... but then I think that I'm being dumb. That, I, Ashley Vasser, can't possibly like a guy, who I know for sure doesn't see me as more than a teasing toy. No. And yet, I wish there were more... I wish I didn't have to feel so stupid anymore.
Talking about 'anymore'. One of the songs Mr. Davis liked was titled "Evermore"
It goes something like "Evermore, Evermore, can't you see I'm the one you're looking for?"
Anyways... Time to celebrate! hopefully! :D
Here's my question. Just how many things would you be willing to do for something you desire? Personally, I'd do anything. Sell my soul to the devil? I don't think he'd want it! I haven't been sleeping much honestly. In fact, almost two hours every day for the last two months. And it's not like fatigue isn't winning me over, but it paid off.
I sneaked off yesterday. With Cat's help it all went according to plan. I pretended to be dead sick. The STS came to see me and such and he was convinced I was VERY sick and that I should stay in bed. How did I trick the thermometer? I placed a hot pad under my bed. Of course my body temperature would be almost to boiling points. After that, when I made sure he had written down my excuse for all the teachers, I kept on with my plan. (I did have a.... ahem... visit, but I'll talk about that later). Finally, I got out of my dorm, sneaked into the garage and got my car. I drove to New York. What? From Boston to New York it's just a 4 1/2 hour drive. I actually made it in 4 hours (I was in a hurry). Once in New York, I had a really big meeting... reason why I took my very pretty sexy, negotiator clothing.
It all comes down to this:
- I stayed over at New York.
- At 9:00 am I had my meeting. The guy is a big shot who's heard of OVERDOSE. (The other guys stayed at school, but I had a legal mandate to represent them). I signed the contract, which had all we ever wanted. A record that would begin to sell in two months (we've been working with it for a few months), a suprise release which I can't say, but it's an awesome campaign and finally... we're going to play in the Live Earth Concert, two days before the CD starts selling worldwide. Of course, our parents know we're up to this. OVERDOSE, people, just got serious.
After I finished talking with him. He looked at me. I had just signed a nearly 10 million dollar contract... if everything went according to plan. If everything turned out for the best, we would be famous in no time... I mean like... Evanescence famous. Can you imagine that?
"Listen..." he smiled at me. He must've been like 40 years old. Yeah. Though Mr. Clive Davis, son Clive Davis Sr., was a genius of Sony BMG. "I can see it in you, you have ambition."
I was very sober, and quiet, staring at him. "No, Sir, I have passion."
"Hmm?" he blinked at me.
"Passion to trascend. That is what moves me. It's what keeps me going."
He laughed. "You're young, but you have a lot of potential. I cheer to that." He opened a bottle of Chardonnay and we cheered indeed.
Of course. I wasn't alone in all this, though I don't mention her. Caroline was with me. She read the contract I was signing over and over and made sure that all the clauses were beneficial to my person and to the band. That's why I felt so safe signing.
After it was over, and I was out of there, I thanked Carol for her help. Though we're second cousins, she's always helped me out. She said she had to go back to Delton Industries, but that she would be happy to witness the day I became worlwide known.
"It's not easy, kiddo." she smiled at me "You've taken a path few dare step on... but it takes effort and you'll be there."
She left and I called my dad. "It's done." I sighed into the phone "Thanks Dad."
I could hear him chuckle "You don't have to thank me over anything. It's your talent that got you there. Sending your concerts and the recordings you have so far. It was your own idea and your own iniciative."
"Yeah... but having Owen Vasser as your father is also a good help..."
"Talent goes no where if you don't use it wisely, Ashley. Now, you're on your own. I'm proud of you, my beautiful daughter."
"You won't tell mom I sneaked away from school?"
"You want me to end up like Java the Hut? No way. DO go back to school now. Life won't be the same from this point onward."
"I know, Dad. I know!" Before I left New York, though, I went to the Hershey's store and bought tons of chocolate to celebrate. (which was a LITTLE mistake, cause I stayed there for like three hours, buying chocolate and making chocolate and getting my name on the scrolling machine they have...) <--- SUCH a sucker for chocolate
Driving back to Boston, I was hoping Caterina succesfully covered up for me. Carol kept all the legal papers, but I kept a copy just to show Lin, Alex, Draven... and aside from the band to show Caterina of course. I inserted a CD of some of our previously recorded songs and put the volume to its max, lowered the windows and enjoyed the highway. I got back like at 6:30. By the time I actually got there, I WAS dead tired, but I wanted to show everybody and TELL everybody the good news.
You know... it hit me... I also wanted to show him that I had signed this contract. I wanted to hear what he would say... if he would smile at me, or bug me... or just say it's "monkey business". It's strange... but I've found myself thinking about him almost every minute of the day (though I valiantly try to stop myself). About the visit I received. I was pretending to be sick and he suddenly appears to take care of me. Whatever. And when I "fell asleep" he kissed me near the corner of my lips. It made me silently yearn, I do love it when he kisses me. (this is the part where I forgot that I was driving a CAR and almost crashed). Anyways... I feel like I want to share things with him... but then I think that I'm being dumb. That, I, Ashley Vasser, can't possibly like a guy, who I know for sure doesn't see me as more than a teasing toy. No. And yet, I wish there were more... I wish I didn't have to feel so stupid anymore.
Talking about 'anymore'. One of the songs Mr. Davis liked was titled "Evermore"
It goes something like "Evermore, Evermore, can't you see I'm the one you're looking for?"
Anyways... Time to celebrate! hopefully! :D
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