The Beauty & The Tragedy

Hell On Heels

The break up was difficult for me. Very difficult. I had never had my heart broken before and now that it was, I could barely breath. Night time was the hardest for me. I took a couple weeks off to get my life in order once again. Since Nick and I weren't married I didn't have to worry about shared finances and real estate. It was a clean break.

Surprisingly, Nick had done as I had asked and dropped the charges against Demi. She sent me a text when they released her but I had other things to worry about, like where I was going to live. It took me a couple days to find a house. I ended up getting a place in the hills with a beautiful view of the city at night. It was quiet and isolated.

Once I settled in, I took time to figure out what I was going to do with myself. For so long I pictured my life with Nick, now that he was no longer in the picture I had to start over. I'd never been in this position before. For so long I was focused on him and all of his dreams. Somewhere along the way, mine got left behind.

When I finally felt strong enough to leave my house, I did what any self respecting woman would do, I bought thousands of dollars worth of designer clothes that I looked ridiculously hot in. Not only did it make me feel better, but it also ensured I didn't look like ass every time a pap shoved a camera in my face. Apparently breaking up with your rockstar boyfriend was news worthy.

The band continued to work on the album without me present. I couldn't really stand the thought of Nick let alone being in the same room as him, so I just avoided the situation all together. Jamie kept me informed and from what she told me, it wasn't a very relaxing environment but Matt and Demi were writing some of the most amazing lyrics she'd heard in a while.

I returned to work and picked up right where I left off. Jamie kept everything running while I was away since Val was busy with a newborn. I was grateful to have a friend like her. She stepped up without question.

I walked into the meeting room and took my place at the head of the table. I had several announcements and changes that I needed to make my staff aware of. Work was going to get a bit tougher for everyone. During my time off, I had an epiphany of sorts. I decided that I was going to start a record a label that worked in conjunction with my management company. I was good at this and I wanted to be better. I wanted to be the best.

"Good morning everyone." I said as I glanced down at my notes. "We have a lot to cover. I'm going to just dive right into it."

And that I did. I explained to them how I had every intention of making the firm one of the most powerful in the business and by the end of the year, I had accomplished it. Not only were we expanding our artist base, but I was also starting an independent record label that I had secretly signed one of the biggest pop stars in the world to. Taylor was the first artist to sign, that deal would be lucrative for the both of us. It all just sort of snowballed from there.

I worked my ass off and I was ruthless when I had to be. It didn't take long before I earned the nickname "hell on heels." I did not take no for an answer. The assumption that I wasn't smart because I was pretty was something that I used to my advantage. Lesser firms never saw me coming. In a few short months I had a roster that people would kill for.

Val and Jamie were a large part of what made me successful. They pushed me to be bitchier when I had to be, and convinced to be sweeter when it was needed. They were my closest friends and I trusted them with everything.

I heard a light knock on my office door which caused me to look up. It was Jamie. She was standing in the doorway with a smile holding a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"No way." I laughed. "It's not happening."

"Don't be such a square." She teased with a slight British accent.