[ It was now or never. If she didn't tell him now, she'd never have the courage to do it again.
Krista had been fostering these feelings for too long. Ever since she found out that her very own producer had written her all-time favorite song, she had started looking at him a little differently. Yeah, Mr. Dantes was good looking, but gosh, it wasn't like any of the girls in the company looked at him the way she did. They didn't pay attention to that little quirk that turned a lot of his smiles smirky, or the way he would sigh and sink back into his chair after phone calls with the president of the company.
They didn't see how stressed he was, how much he cared about all of them. But Krista did, and it touched her deeply. In an industry full of dishonest and selfish people, here Mr. Dantes was, making sure their songs got made and that everyone got along and that no potential gigs took advantage of them and that management was happy with all of them.
And so, here she was, standing outside of his office after everyone had left for the day, with a drink from the vending machine in her hands. A way in, she hoped, in a few ways.
She knocked on the door softly, knowing he couldn't have left yet. ]
idol/producer shenanigans vol 2
Krista had been fostering these feelings for too long. Ever since she found out that her very own producer had written her all-time favorite song, she had started looking at him a little differently. Yeah, Mr. Dantes was good looking, but gosh, it wasn't like any of the girls in the company looked at him the way she did. They didn't pay attention to that little quirk that turned a lot of his smiles smirky, or the way he would sigh and sink back into his chair after phone calls with the president of the company.
They didn't see how stressed he was, how much he cared about all of them. But Krista did, and it touched her deeply. In an industry full of dishonest and selfish people, here Mr. Dantes was, making sure their songs got made and that everyone got along and that no potential gigs took advantage of them and that management was happy with all of them.
And so, here she was, standing outside of his office after everyone had left for the day, with a drink from the vending machine in her hands. A way in, she hoped, in a few ways.
She knocked on the door softly, knowing he couldn't have left yet. ]
Mr. Dantes...?