Chapter 2

                                    

                                          

It seemed that everyone was already at the studio by the time the two arrived. As she walked into the studio, the warmth engulfed her, causing her to smile. As she was taking off her winter jacket and gloves she felt something crash into her. Looking up only caused her to smile more.
"If it isn't the woman of the hour," Lydia said squeezing Remy in a tight hug.
"I've missed you so much," Remy replied. Lydia had been on tour with her band for the last 3 months. It was hard for Remy to not have Lydia around, the two had quickly become best friends when they first met and had been inseparable ever since.
"Oh shit, the royal court is back together," Dylan said loudly, causing Remy and Lydia to laugh. The two were given the nickname "The Royal Court" due to their last names; King and Knight. And since they were almost always together, it was like they were their own little court.
"And boy does it feel good," Remy replied to Dylan, breaking away from Lydia's hug to give him one.
"Did I hear Royal Court?" Cole Preston said, knocking over the high hat to the drum kit as he attempted to sprint towards Remy. "It's good to see you shorty. Nobody gets me like you, I need to have you at all of the parties in the future, okay?" 
She laughed hard. "Now that work is settling down, I promise you that we will be partying non stop once this album is out."
Cole interlaced his fingers into hers, smiling down at her. "Now that is what I like to hear, King," he stated, dragging her over to Marty. What the two didn't see was Braeden's shoulders sagging as Cole did so.
Marty was their manager and producer. He was the person who truly gave her a chance, and she would make sure that she didn't let him down.
"Hows my favorite girl," Marty exclaimed, standing up from his chair, going to give Remy a hug. "I haven't seen you in so long. How is the ghost writing going? Are you bored? Do you need more work?"
Braeden however quickly interrupted. "Marty, don't work her to the bone in her early twenties, man. She cant conquer the world just yet."
Remy sighed. She was thankful for Braeden knowing her so well. He knew she wouldn't be able to turn down more work. She shot him a grateful glance, and he smiled back at her.
"Alright boys, get in the booth. I'm keeping the little genius out here for now to see what she thinks about the mix for now."
After hours of recording, the five friends sat in the booth together trying to come up with lyrics for the song they were working on. Dylan, who couldn't stop thinking about the chords for the song kept screaming them out into the room.
"Dylan, I love you babe. But please shut up," Lydia pleaded, covering her ears dramatically.
Remy, sitting on the floor of the padded room next to Braeden was thinking about the premise of the song. Tapping her fingers on her legs to the beat of the mix they were currently working with. Luckily, they had the general idea for the song, that idea being Cole Preston himself. The guys thought it would be funny if there was one song about each band member on the album. Remy was deep in thought when the lyrics for the chorus suddenly came to her.
"Okay. So the song is about Cole right? The chorus should be Scrawny Motherfucker with a cool hairstyle," Remy said laughing causing the rest of the friends to clap and laugh.
"That is a Negative, Ghost Writer," Cole said to her, fake scowling and giving her a little shove.
"Honestly, it might sound good," Dylan said. He then began playing the chords he was originally screaming to the room, however now he was singing the lyrics Remy had provided.