“Please excuse me,” I said to everyone as I got up to go to corner to talk. They waited a moment and then start chatting again. All except for Nick, then after he had seen me walk all the way to the corner, he started talking to Brian.
“Hey Donna,” I said answering the phone.
“Hey Denia. How are you?” she asked.
“I’m doing alright. I’m at a concert right now.” I said.
“Really? Whose?” she asked.
“The Backstreet Boys,” I said.
“Oh. Well, I hope you had a good time.”
“I did,” I replied. “So, what’s up?”
“Well, Denia. I know I said you had a week off, but I just found out that in order to get you on tour with a decent act, we would have to have the album finished in three weeks,” said Donna.
“What?!” I exclaimed. Everyone suddenly stopped again and looked up at me. “It’s nothing,” I whispered to them as I covered the receiver.
“Oh, okay,” said Kevin.
“Yo Denia! Is that Don?” asked Liz.
“Yea, hold on and let me finish with her,” I quickly whispered back.
“Denia, I know it comes as a bit of a shock,” started Donna again.
“A bit of a shock. We’re supposed to take another 5 weeks to finish it up.”
“Well, you said you’d do anything. Well, we have to work our butts off now so we can enjoy the success later,” she said.
“I got it. So when do I leave?” I asked.
“I got you a plane ticket for tomorrow afternoon at 1 o’ clock. When you arrive, I’ll pick you up and we’ll fly over to Sweden.”
“Sweden?” I asked.
“Yea. You know that song you wanted to put on your album, “I Thought”? Well, we’re recording it in Sweden and Max Martin has agreed to help us out.”
“That’s great!” I said in excitement. “Did you find out about “Dancing in Heaven” yet? Has Diane Warren written music to it?” I asked anxiously.
“Yea, she sent it over last night. This album is going to be fantastic. You are going to sweep the world, Denia. You’ve got something special to you and it’s going to be reflected through this album. The critics are gonna love you, because you can write your own music. The fans are going to love you because you have songs that they can relate with and even parents will adore you because you are a vision of perfection,” exclaimed Donna.
“Yah!” I said giddily. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow. Be prepared to start some extensive working,” she said.
“I will, Donna. Thanks for everything,” I said genuinely.
“Even if it means spoiling your night?” she said.
“Even if it means spoiling my night. Bye,” I said.
“Bye Denia,” she said hanging up. I clicked off my cell phone and just let it all sink in. My dream was finally coming true. I was going to get the songs I wrote on my album and get to work with the top people in the music industry. This was all too much.
