Fairy Metal Thunder (Songs of Magic, Book 1)
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“Are you a nutter?” Heath sneered. He looked Jason up and down. “It’s absurd. Insulting. Heath, change your mind? Really? Did you really expect to order me around just by playing that grotesque attempt at songwriting?”
“Um,” Jason replied. He could feel his face burning red.
“Now I wish I had something more substantial than cucumbers to throw at you.” Heath rummaged through his desk, then started pelting Jason with little packets of ketchup, mustard, and soy sauce. “Don’t ever interrupt my special Heath-time in the morning! In fact, never come to my office again unless I send for you.”
“Okay!” Jason backed up. “I was just hoping you would try more of her songs, because they’re pretty good—”
“I know what they are and what they aren’t. They aren’t Top Ten hits. Nobody will go wandering about with those songs stuck in their ears. My job is to make hits, while your job is to do what I say. Now, I have a bit of oil and vinegar dressing, and a bit of Thousand Island—which would you prefer I splat you with?” Heath held up packets of salad dressing from take-out restaurants. “Or if you like, I can smash you with my Grammy or my Oscar. They’re in a drawer here somewhere.”
“I’ll just go.” Jason backed out of the office.
“You’re sure? I have more condiments here.” Heath held up a sealed cup of maple syrup from a pancake restaurant. “This would splat nicely across your shirt.”
Jason ran out of the office, ignoring Heath’s magenta-haired receptionist as she snickered at him. He hurried to the elevator, feeling stupid and humiliated. He pushed the button to travel down to the recording studio, but he wished there was a button that would take him down through a hole in the earth where he could disappear entirely. He thought of Faerie, the unnaturally bright colors and strange creatures and enchanting music. Despite the dangers of that world, it would be a nice place to escape, he thought.
Jason made his way to their studio, grateful that he would at least be locked in an isolation booth with his guitar. He was too embarrassed to face anyone.