Happy Little Pill

A bright ray of sunshine came in through my windows and hit me in the face. As I tried to turn around in my bed I ran into someone. My eyes opened and I was staring at Andy's leg. I looked up at his face and he was smirking.

"What are you doing Andy?" I whined and he laughed.

"I was thinking how I was going to wake you up, but apparently the sun did the job for me," he said.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Ten, and Jeremy called. The band put down the music yesterday and they want us to go in and do a couple more recordings of the song with the music," he said and I swallowed.

"We recorded the song the first time two days ago," I said.

"Things move fast when Dan likes a song," he said and got off of my bed.

"Are we writing today?" I asked.

"Depending on when we get done in the studio, but probably," he said and then walked out. Once I was alone, I rolled over and climbed off my bed. My hands immediately went up to my eyes and rubbed them while a yawn escaped my mouth. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and an over-sized gray shirt. After putting my clothes on, I walked out of my room and down the stairs, all the while running my hand through my hair. Another yawn left my mouth as I turned the corner into the kitchen. Andy was sitting at the island, a plate full of eggs and bacon in front of him,

"What, none for me?" I asked as I began getting a cup of coffee.

"You were sleeping," he said and I looked at him.

"Well, I didn't get home until like eleven, then I was up till three writing songs," I said.

"Are they quality songs?" He asked.

"Maybe, if we have time later, I will show them to you. What time does Jeremy want us to get there?" I asked.

"Whenever we get there. He is required to be at the studio for a full day," Andy said and took a bite of bacon. I took a drink of the coffee and smiled as the warm liquid ran down my throat.

"I never knew someone could like coffee that much," he chuckled and I flipped him off and walked out of the room. I walked back up to my room and began doing my make up and fixing my hair so it looked presentable.

Once I finished with my make up and hair, I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of boots and pulled them on quickly. My coffee was gone and I was awake. I grabbed my bag and my phone and I was ready. As I walked down the stairs, I heard Andy yelling at someone on the phone. When I got to the kitchen, he was fuming.

"No Juliet. I do not want to talk to you. What the fuck don't you understand? You broke up with me, I am moving on with my life and my career!" He yelled and then his face turned even more angry, if that was even possible.

"Don't you ever fucking call her that. Ever!" He yelled really loudly and I jumped. Andy quickly hung up the phone and slammed it down on the counter.

"Andy," I said quietly and he turned to me. His face was still mad but when he saw me it softened.

"Sorry, she called me again," he said and then sat down.

"It's fine, what did she want this time?" I asked.

"The same, she wants me to know how much she regrets leaving me and that she misses me, and yada yada yada," he said and I nodded.

"I'm kind of surprised Colton hasn't called me," I said.

"He's probably busy with his baby mama," he chuckled and got off of the stool.

"Probably," I laughed and we both left the house.


When we got to the studio, there was this big crowd of people surrounding someone. As we got closer to the door, everything inside of me dropped and anger replaced it. My stupid mother was talking to the press.

"What is she doing?" Andy asked, his arm around my shoulder.

"I have no idea, but it's nothing good," I said and then we entered the building and went up to the studio. When I walked into the room and Jeremy looked up, he had a surprised look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Have you seen what your mom is doing?" He asked.

"I saw her outside, why?" I asked.

"She apparently bought this label out and it is now hers," he said. I stared at him and then looked at Andy.

"I'm confused, like did she buy out the label and it's her label, like the one in Nashville, or she is just now the new label head?" I asked.

"Label head. I guess Fletcher didn't have what it takes to run a label," he said with a laugh.

"Why would she buy this label? It has nothing to do with country music," I said. Jeremy shrugged and then leaned forward.

"Who knows? But, I have the music for the song," he said and I smiled.

"Play that shit," I said and he pressed a button and the music began. It was perfect. By the time it was done, I was almost in tears, thinking about having my own recorded song was amazing.

"Wow," I said and Jeremy smiled.

"Apparently the band lead liked the song and he's friends with Dan," he said and then pointed to the booth.

"Wanna do another recording with the music?" He asked and I nodded.

"Only one though," I said.

"Whatever," he said and both Andy and I walked into the booth and grabbed headphones. When I stopped at the microphone, the door to the board area opened and my mother came in. Are you kidding me?

"What the hell?" I asked myself quietly and Andy looked.

"Hey Sadee, hope you don't mind me listening in on this song," she smiled and sat down. I smiled back at her sarcastically and then the music started in my ear. As I began to sing I felt the burning hatred I had for my mother come to the surface and the emotion I put into the song was outstanding. When Andy began I didn't want to stop singing. When the song ended I looked up and my mom had a few tears falling down her face and she was staring at me. I took my headphones off and went into the board area. She looked at me and then began talking.

"Do you think this is okay?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"This song? About your father? You this is okay?" She asked.

"I think that it is none of your business on what I am doing. This song is for Andy's project, not for my own album, so yes, I think it is okay," I said.

"Can I talk to you in the hall please," she asked and then looked at Andy. "Alone."

"Whatever you want to say to me you can say in front of Andy and Jeremy," I said.

"Fine, I am the new label head of this label. And I am saying that this song is not going on that Andy Black album," she said.

"Why?!" I yelled at her.

"Because I think that Andy Black project is a waste of time and money," she said.

"Why the hell did you buy this label?" I asked.

"I'm broadening my horizon's," she said.

"Mom, you are pure bred country. This label is rock and metal music. Please, just go back to Nashville!" I yelled and she looked at me.

"I am not going back to Nashville, why would I do that?" She asked me and I felt the tears begin to fall.

"Because the reason I left Nashville was to get the fuck away from you!" I yelled and she looked hurt.

"What did I ever do to you, besides give you a great childhood?" She asked me.

"You killed my father!" I yelled in her face and she took a step back.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I know all about your involvement in the shooting. You were the one who set it all up," I said.

"This is not something I want to talk about,"

"Too bad. I wrote this song because I finally dealt with how I felt about dad's death. I finally brought all those feelings to the surface and I had a panic attack in my bedroom and I seriously thought about hurting myself!" I yelled and she stared at me.

"You wanted to hurt yourself?" She tried to be sympathetic.

"Don't even try to act like you care. All throughout my teenage years I hurt myself mom," I paused and pulled back my sleeves. "You see these lines? These were because you were forcing me to go on tour with you. They are because I couldn't deal with finding out you had dad killed because he wanted custody of me back."

"Sadee, calm down please," she said.

"No, I will not calm down. You are the reason I tried to kill myself when I was thirteen. You are the reason I hated being alive. When I was born, you spent like a month and a half with me and then you went right back to working and abandoned me. God dammit mom! I am you daughter. I should have been the only thing you thought of after I was born. Not your next fucking single!" I yelled and then I felt the tightening in my chest. Oh no, here it comes. As the next wave of tears fell, my knees collapsed and I fell to the floor.

"Sadee!" I heard a few people yell before everything went black.

Notes

Drama! I love writing drama! So yeah, Sadee's mom bought the label, and then Sadee and her fought. Now Sadee is unconscious. Wonder what happened? You'll find out soon!