The room I entered into was dark, woodpaneled and nondescript. It looks like every other business office I had ever seen. In the room was a long conference table two people sat at that table immaculately dressed in black blazers, the one's shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar, to show off the span of smooth tan skin at his throat.
I had never seen Joe and Kevin Jonas like this, perhaps when they were at a red carpet event, but this wasn't a concert, this wasn't a fan meet and greet, it was a business meeting.
I felt rather than heard Nick come in behind me, the demeanor of the room had shifted and I could feel his soft, quiet presence. I sat across from Kevin and Joe as Nick took the unoccupied chair next to his older brother.
"I don't intend to keep you here long Justice." Kevin said in a gentle but no nonsense voice that told me he did not intend to waste time.
Then he pulled out a briefcase. A BRIEFCASE! Never in my life did I think I would see a Jonas brother, who I was so accustomed to seeing on stage holding a guitar or a microphone (in some cases both), sit down and pull out a briefcase, but then I was reminded Jonas Brothers Enterprises was a company plain and simple and this was the legal end of things.
He pulled out a stack of papers and dumped them unceremoniously on the table.
"This is your standard contract, four years, four albums plain and simple." Kevin walked me through the entire thing (all 10 pages of it) don't do this, do this, and you're required to do this. I'd watched stars grow up in Hollywood before and I knew if you did anything bad it reflected badly on everybody including a record label.
After fifteen minutes everything was almost finished. When you sign something like this it's not just signing your name once and you're done it's signing your name to every subclause on every stinking part of the contract. Finally I came to the last page which was essentially the signature essentially put my name on the label.
When I signed my name on the dotted line for the last time I looked at Kevin and he smiled the first time in half an hour.
"Congratulations Justice, welcome to Jonas Records." He reached out to shake my hand.
Joe beamed, "Congratulations Justice, you deserve it, you're really awesome."
Nick materialized somewhere behind me, I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered,
"Congratulations, I think, I just found Disney's next big thing. "He sounded slightly smug, confident. I was slightly surprised when he kissed the top of my head, I had to give it to them the Jonas Brothers were unorthodox because aside from Kevin's congratulatory handshake feeling Nick's lips on the top of my head wasn't exactly how I imagined and getting my first business meeting with my new record label.
The next day I was with Nick again and he was giving me a tour of the studio. By the end of the afternoon I shaken hands with at least half a dozen people I also ran into a couple of the artists as they were coming in and out of the studio. We were coming down the hallway when I literally ran into a tall African-American girl who looked like she was about my age.
When she saw Nick her face broke into a smile.
"Hey Nick, you recording today?"
Nick smiled, "No Melina, just showing Justice around the studio, we just signed her."
Melina's face brightened, "Wonderful, I'll see you around."
I nodded, "See you."
Nick resumed our conversation as she walked away.
"Melina was the second person we signed to our record label, someone Kevin happened to overhear while out with Danielle somewhere."
We walked past one of the studios and Nick peered into the window. "Justice, I want you to meet someone."
Nick lightly on the door and a man I recognized as John Fields looked up.
"Hey Nick, hey man."
"John, I'd like you to meet Justice, the girl I was telling you about that I found that the young artists camp."
John nodded. "Yes, I remember, the only time you stop talking about her during the Administration recording sessions was when you were singing." He chuckled, then imitated Nick's overexcited voice, "oh my gosh, you have to hear her, she's amazing, incredible!" He quoted.
"Well nice to meet you Justice, I look forward to helping produce your album."
I nodded, "Thank you."
He winked as we left the room which caused Nick to blushed more, clearly he knew there was more going on between us then Nick was saying.
So much had happened in the past six months; I had attended the Young Artists camp, caught Nick's attention and gone from fan to best friend to girlfriend seemingly overnight. I was so much a part of his life now; I was in the Jonas inner circle so to speak I was the first person Nick had called when Danielle had gone into labor a few weeks ago. She had delivered a beautiful baby girl they called Madison who now had Kevin wrapped around her little finger, he, Joe, and Nick spoiled her rotten.
That was the turn my life had taken, but I wasn't complaining I was with Nick and that's all I really wanted.
I began recording later that week. In fact Nick was in the studio before I was laying down guitar, drums and backing vocal tracks.
"You don't have to do this." I said before I went to the studio for the first time, "I can get someone else."
"Why not?" Nick asked, "I'm right here."
"You're putting too much effort into this; it isn't even your project."
"Justice, I'm doing this because I want to not because I have to I want you to have a good album."
Our argument about his involvement in the project had started the night before when he was demonstrating warm-up exercises and breathing techniques.
"Stay straight." He kept saying and he would place his hands against my ribs under my diaphragm, pressing against my muscles as I sang. Usually, more often than not these motions at some point turned into a heated make out session, very distracting.
"Always warm up an hour before you sing and if we have to be at the studio at eight o'clock be up no later than 6:30.” (I grumbled at this I was not an early riser, another advantage to my dad being an early bird he usually up at that hour.)
I spent a lot of time in Nick's room at night. I enjoyed the serenity of being alone with him, but then he was only half dressed reclining on his bed with me lying next to him. I stayed like that until his mother (as well-meaning as she was) kicked me out of his room and banished me to Kevin's room across the hall. At some point during the night Nick had slipped into my room and we lay there in the dark kissing until we could barely keep our eyes open.
So here we were in the studio. I was getting ready to record "Unfortunate". Nick was standing close behind me his hands on my waist they were slowly sliding upward so they slid around the vicinity of my diaphragm and I gasped when I felt his hands pressed gently against my stomach.
"Just like we practiced, remember." He whispered in my ear.
I moaned in response.
"If you don't take your hands off me," I muttered out of the side of my mouth, "my recording session is going to turn into a make out session."
Nick chuckled quietly.
John Field's voice rang through the soundproof booth, "let's get going, don't distract her too much Nick." His smile said he knew exactly what Nick was thinking, and I watched with a small bit of satisfaction when the color started rising in Nick's cheeks. He was way too obvious.
It took me a couple of takes to get rid of my nerves but after three takes I had the song down.
"Good job." Nick called cheerily when I was finished. He ran into the booth and kissed me on the cheek. One song down fourteen to go.
"I have so many questions." I told Nick, "I know I need a manager of some kind, and a publicist and all the other technical people that every famous person needs, and I don't even know if I'll be famous! This album could be a complete flop and then it's back to Illinois!"
Nick laughed, "Don’t worry about that, my dad will help you find someone, as for a manager..." his face broke into an adorable smile, "what about me?"
"Okay..." I said slowly, "I'll think about it, we'll see."
I looked up at Nick quizzically. "Oh, and Nick, can I see about getting some throat lubricant."