Date: Wed, 29 May 2013 13:38:20 +0200
From: Shawnpeterson18 <shawnpeterson18@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Choice

THE CHOICE... (CHRIS BROWN OR TREY SONGZ???) 1


The story despite containing identities of real people is completely
fictional and any resemblance to real life situation is highly
coincidental. If you like to add any views and comments then email me on
shawnpeterson18@yahoo.com

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I hated my life with all my heart. For starters it had not turned the way I
thought it would and I saw all my hopes and dreams vanish into thin air
just before my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. What pained
me the most was the fact that I had it all but no one could see that.
Nobody saw the potential in me and despite all my attempts it all went away
into oblivion. I had a killer voice that would make Luther Vandross and
R. Kelly melt in their seats and I had the fresh look the music industry
needed. I had a long face with defined jaws that would cut through cheese.
My bone structure was completed with a square chin. I had green almond
shaped eyes that would make any man get lost by simply looking into them
but. My nose was long and straight edged and I had full lips to die for all
who looked at me wanted a taste of them. I was five foot eleven tall and
slender but all that was invisible to the people around me and I tried to
show it by recording demos and handing them out and uploading my videos on
youtube but I never got feedback and I felt as though I was in a room full
of people screaming at the top of my lungs but no one could hear me I was
trapped in my own world and it hurt.

I sat alone in the corner of the bar with a drink in my hand. I felt a hand
on my shoulder and looked up in alarm. It was a man dressed in a black suit
and he looked as though he was in his mid or late forties but he was quite
a catch I could tell he kept his body in shape from the way the suit clung
to his muscles.

`Hello.' He said with a huge smile on his face that revealed his shiny milk
white teeth.

`Hie.' I said trying to be as polite as I could.

`Can I sit ?.' He asked.

`Yeah you can I am not expecting anyone anyway.' I said and ushered him to
sit opposite me.

`Thank you.' He said.


I simply nodded trying to avoid a conversation. A man in a suit in a gay
bar always wanted to go home with someone because his big house was
empty. Normaly I would have made the move myself but I was feeling down I
needed to drink all my sorrows away and go home then wake up with a
hangover.


`My name is Carl Jefferson.' He introduced himself.

`Nice to meet you.' I said not caring to tell him my name. I wasn't in the
mood for a social call.

`I am with Macro Records...' the last part of what he said just went in a
blurr. As soon as I heard the word records I knew what was happening
next. It was either they would tell me I was about to get signed or they
were telling me that I had failed to make the cut. I crossed my fingers
then paid attention to what he was about to say.

`We saw your demo and your reviewed your youtube channel and I have to say
we were impressed with what you have to offer. Nobody is as genuine as you
are these days they all want to be something they are not and try to do
what they think will impress us and we don't need that but we need raw and
uncut talent like what you have to offer so If nobody has approached you
yet we need you to fly to New York so we can talk business. Here is my card
give me a call when you have reached a decision.' He handed me a card and I
took it.


 I wanted to scream yes and tell him to take me to New York before I woke
up from this dream but I figured if I was going to be a celebrity then I
had to learn to contain myself and not act childish. I had to try and be
professional.

`Thank you, I will get back to you as soon as I make up my mind.' I said
and dished him my first smile of the day. He smiled aswell.

`Take all the time you need but we do hope for our sake you make your
decision as soon as possible.' He laughed.

I laughed too and he nodded and left. My decision was made already and
tomorrow morning I would call and tell him what he wanted to hear. The
night went by in a blur and I woke up the following morning and checked my
pockets to see if I had actually received a card and it wasn't all just a
dream. I found the card and smiled. It was all real and all of a sudden my
future looked so bright. I picked up my phone from the bed side and dialed
the number on the card my heart pounding. What if it was just a prank and
this number belonged to someone who would tell me to fuck off. The phone
rang thrice and a female voice came from the other end.

`Hello.'

I held my breath before I spoke. Maybe I was right after all and this woman
would turn out to be some random woman whose number had been used to prank
me.

`Hello can I speak to Mr Jefferson please. Carl Jefferson.' I asked.

`Yes let me put him on the line.'

I breathed a sigh of relief. `Thank you.' After two minutes of listening to
the ringback tone I heard a familiar voice. One that I had heard yesterday.

`Mr Peterson I am glad you called.' He sounded happy.

`I have decided to go to New York with you.' I said.

`You just made my day. Pack your bags we leave tomorrow so meet me at the
address on that card at eight in the morning. Sharp.' He said.

Was he kidding I would be there at seven. I thought. `Yes I will see you
there.' He hung up and I lept with joy. If I had important people in my
life I would have called and told them the news and we would have
celebrated but I would savour my luck alone. All the people I called my
friends had desserted me when they found out I was gay. That was after my
mother's death and I started to develop feelings for my friend who was
helping me through that time and when I realized it was the same feeling I
should be having for girls that's when I knew I was gay and when I decided
to come out it was all a disaster and the people I called my friends had
left me. Those homophobic bitches and bustards would read and hear about me
now I was going to be famous and if they tried to bounce back in my life I
would shut them out like they did to me when they found out that I was gay.


I slept with one eye open because the other was on the clock. I had set the
alarm for six but anything could happen and the damned thing would just
stop working and I would oversleep because I had put all my faith in it. I
must have dozed off because when I woke up it was already half past
six. The alarm had snoozed and thank God I had heard it. I prepared and
dressed semi formaly in slim fitting jeans and high cut Gold Supra flat
base boots. I wore a plain white t-shirt that matched with the black jeans
and then completed the look with a black formal jacket and a white flat cap
with the NY label. When I finished it was already half past seven and I
made my way out as quickly as I could to try and beat the Houston traffic.


I got a cab and by ten minutes to eight I was sitting at the office waiting
for Carl. My eyes wandered around the expensively furnished reception
office.


`Mr Jefferson will see you now. Please come with me.'

I recognized the voice. It was the woman who had answered the phone. I got
up and followed after her through the corridor then she showed me a door
and stopped. I figured that was his office. I knocked once I got to the
door and he answered.

`Mr Peterson please do come in.'

I opened the door and saw him with a big smile on his face.

`Take a seat.'

`Thank you.' I said then sat.

`Our flight leaves at ten but I wanted you hear early so I can run you
through a few things.'

I nodded.  He told me that if I had no one I wanted as an agent and manager
then the label will have to appoint one for me and I had told them they
should because I did not have anyone who was interested and he also ran me
through the contract explaining how much they would take from me and some
clauses he thought I wouldn't understand and it was all reasonable.

`It's about time for us to leave. Rest assured your lagguage is already
waiting for you at the airport.' He said.

They sure took care of their own. I was starting to feel like a star
already from the treatment they were giving me. I had the strong feeling in
my heart that this was the start of something new.



A MONTH LATER...


Things had changed and my life had made a turn for the best and my dreams
and hopes had taken off. From the day I signed my contract I had all sorts
of songwriters contacting me and wanting to work with me. I now had a
manager and an agent at my disposal and they were both cool women who I
could do girl talk with and they had accepted me and were starting to treat
me like family and my life was brilliant. My first album was coming along
ad I already had a name for it and I had recorded three of the thirteen
tracks that I wanted on. I was renting an apartment in New York and I would
buy my own place with my first paycheck.


My phone rang and I rushed to pick it up it was Jane the songwriter who had
been calling me to meet up with me because my voice was too unique and it
was what she envisioned for her song. I hadn't met her and I hadn't
accepted her offer yet and Tracy my manager was urging me to meet her and
see what she had to offer.

`Hello.'

`It's Jane.'

`Yes I know and I'm sorry I should have got back to you ages ago but things
have been hectic.'

`I understand.'

`So does your offer still stand?'  I asked.

`Yes I told you that song was for no one but you and someone else who has a
special voice too.' She said. `Just meet me at my studio and we will talk
more.'

`Okay. I will check with my team and get back to you with the time and
date. Bye.'

`Okay thank you.'

I hung up and called Tracy.

`Hello.' Her lovely voice came from the other side.

`Hie Tracy.' I said. `So Jane called me again...' She cut me before I could
finish.

`Honey you know how I feel about that. That song is great I sampled it
myself and you should try it and not only will it top the charts but it
will make you hot because you are working with one of the best artists
around. If you don't want then I will force you, I am your manager.'

`I will meet up with her. But tell me who is this artist?'

`Just go.' Tracy hung up.

I called Jane and told her that I would meet her tomorrow at eight pm. She
told me I wouldn't regret it. I had just laughed and hung up.


I spent the whole of the next day in the studio. I was not a writer and I
was not a musician either because I could not play any instruments. I was
just an artist because what I did was sing and other people played the
instruments and wrote the music for me but I was compelled to write. These
were the times I should have been surrounded by friends who I would tell
all my experiences and rub it all in their faces and they would help me
celebrate but I was just alone and friendless and I felt like I should put
it on paper. I called the piece solitude and when I was done with the words
one of the band members Jonathan had something he had always played as a
child and he played it for me and it was great. The beat was soulful but it
was something you couldn't help but want to listen to again and again. I
came up with the tune that corresponded with the beat and it was pretty
good, something that people would relate to even those surrounded by lots
and lots of friends and relatives because at some point in our lives we
have all felt alone.


I was confident of solitude and I decided to make it the album tittle track
and it gave me the idea for the album cover art and all. I called it a wrap
and at eight I went and met up with Jane. She had a huge smile on her face
as soon as I walked in.

`I'm so glad you chose this song it will do great for your voice.' She
assured.

`You never know it could be the hit of the century and you would ignore
it.'

We both laughed and she offered me a seat.

`I want to run you through the song first so you can get an emotional
connection to it and when you sing you will sing through your soul and not
just your voice.'

`Yes that is my work ethic exactly.'

`Good. The song is about two men who are friends and are getting double
crossed by the same woman and so instead of breaking their friendship they
decide to leave the girl and not ruin their friendship.' Jane smiled at me.

I forced a smile but deep down I didn't like it. For starters it would just
be the male version of Beautiful Liar all over again and it would be boring
and I would not bring an emotional connection to it because I hated the
idea of falling in love with a woman and I did not know how it would
actually feel like. I decided to focus on the bright side of the song.

`So who will I feature on the song I heard it was someone prominent.' I
asked.

`Yes I promise you that and as luck would have it he is on his way here
right now and I will not tell you will just be shocked by seeing him.' Jane
said.

I nodded and she began running me through the notes of the song and the
tune. As she had said it, it was perfect for my baritone. I didn't have the
Justin Beiber high pitch and neither did I have that Don Williams bass it
was just somewhere inbetween. The high notes as she had pointed out were
for the other artist because apparently he had the voice that could stomach
them. That was obvious. It was Justin Beiber, or maybe Justin
Timberlake. Damn that guy was hot I wouldn't mind being in the same room
with him or better yet a late night at the studio.

Jane's phone rang and she answered. `Yes. Come right up I am with him.' She
hung up. `That's him he will walk in here in a few minutes.' She said to me
now.

I nodded and looked at the door. After a few minutes the knob twisted and
the door opened revealing the shock of my life. I wanted to drop my jaw and
scream out loud but I didn't. I could not believe my eyes, not only was one
of the hottest men on the planet before me but I was about to do a
collaboration with him. I remembered seeing videos of him groping girls and
wishing it were me, I remember hearing his voice and wanking myself to
sleep because I had the hots for the guy. He was my dream man and I had the
oppotunity to work with him. I contained myself and acted like a
celebrity. Not that I was one but I would soon.

`Shawn, you know him already but let me just say this is Chris Brown and
you will be working with him. Chris, this is...'

`Shawn Peterson.' Chris interrupted. `I know all about him from his youtube
channel. Shall I say you are talented.' He complemented.

If I were a girl it would have been one of those moments where he would
come and kiss my palm and tell me how beautiful I was but it was the real
world and I was a man and that was as far as it went.

`It will be a pleasure working with you. I look forward to a beautiful
time.' He said in his cute voice and flashed me that killer smile revealing
those shiny milk white teeth. I couldn't concentrate. I didn't know how I
would work properly and be focused when he oozed al that hotness and sex
appeal. Jesus had to help me. That boy was fine. Everything about him was
perfect from his figure to the studs he wore on both ears and to that
cologne he had on. He was the ultimate man and he was well endowed to. I
remembered going on google and seeing those nude pictures of him that he
had posted. His dick had been the oe to get my attention for it was long
and in proportion and cut too. I began to imagine my lips enveloped on that
dick and I could feel my own getting hard.

Jane cleared her throat interrupting my thoughts and I realized they were
both waiting for me to say something for I had been lost in Chris for a
long time.

`The pleasure is all mine. You don't know how it feels to be working with
such a prominent artist like you.' I smiled showing him my own shiny teeth
and I knew how my face beamed and looked prettier when I was smiling so I
held it on for as long as appropriate.

We learnt the song. It was catchy and the lyrics were pretty good, now
Chris was there anyway. His voice fused with mine was very good and he had
some pretty interesting vocals and I showed off some of mine.

`I love your voice.' He said when we were done. `It's easier to fuse with
mine and very easy to work with because we are in a different range.'

`Thank you. I thought you and Justin were epic.' I said wanting to hear
what he would say about that.

`But not as with you because I had to lower my pitch so we wouldn't sound
the same because our range is more or less the same. So what time are you
free? So we can do the final recording and all.'

Tomorrow I was meeting with one song writer and I had decided to take some
time off because I was way ahead of the record label deadline and I could
meet him during the day but I had something else in mind.

`I only get time out at nine pm. Is that okay with you?' I asked. Late
nights in the studio always led to something else.

`Perfect. Meet me on this address at nine sharp and we will work.' He
handed me a card and I took it. It was his home studio. Perfect.

`Okay it's real nice to meet you. Can I take a photo with you?' I asked and
took out my phone. He came besides me and put his face closer to mine then
smiled. I snapped and showed him. He smiled and said it was nice. `Cool I
will see you there.'

I had a strong feeling in my gut that this was the start of something new
and I would seduce him if I had to but in the end he would be mine forever.
Rihanna would have to suck it and if she was hoping for a baby with him in
her twisted baby plot then she had just lost. She would have to look for
someone else because Brown was mine. I wasn't a celebrity yet but I was
sensing I would be very controversial.