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Blackbird	By : yeahyeah2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Josh Groban Views: 2050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Josh Groban. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors notes: If you read, please review =] It’ll be greatly appreciated. Also please let me know your thoughts on the length of each chapter. The first is a bit short, others will be longer but I’d be happy to oblige with making them either shorter or longer.

Story Rating: In the beginning T but will eventually have some MA sexual bits.

This first chapter is really just a bit of an introduction and the second will be up shortly. ENJOY!

In this chapter: “Nothing Left to Lose” by Mat Kearney. I do not own.

Chapter One: Nothing Left to Lose

As the plane touched down in Los Angeles Amelie looked at her watch and sighed. “What a long flight…” She thought to herself. The knot in her stomach that had been building up since she departed New York was now so painful, it hurt her tremendously to stand and exit the plane. “I really hope I didn’t make a mistake…” She thought as she waited for her luggage. She was twenty years old and just decided in a matter of forty-eight hours to quit college, break up with her boyfriend, and move to Los Angeles. Amelie was a free soul and kind person; at the tender age of twenty she reflected on the status of her life and found herself unhappy. She found herself bored, unmotivated, not passionate, and all together too comfortable. It was time for a change, a new place and some new faces. Her parents obviously did not support her decision to give up studying business law, move half way across the country, and end a relationship with the man they thought she’d marry.

However lucky for Amelie she always had her good ole’ Uncle Scott. Every family had one, the member all others thought was slightly crazy. However Amelie adored her young photographer uncle and adored him even more when he presented her the option to come stay in the apartment he shared with his life partner, Chris. Always being close with his niece Scott fully understood her predicament and the struggle of being the only creative people in the family, aside from himself of course. Amelie was a painter, very talented and passionate about it but her family pushed her to study “something more practical” in college. Eventually this left her with not enough time to paint and the realization that she could not continue on this path, unless she wanted to develop possible a serious alcohol or pill problem.

“Amelieeee!” She heard a loud voice as she stepped outside. Scott and Chris greeted their niece. “We’re so glad you decided to move out here! How was your flight?”
“ It was alright. A bit long, I had too much thinking to do. And I promise once I get settled with some sort of job I’ll be out of your place.” She smiled.
“Nonsense, darling.” Chris said, “You can stay as long as you’d like. After all that’s what the extra bedroom is for.”
“-And! I know quite a few friends who are on the look out for job opportunities for you!” Scott chimed in.
“But I don’t have a college degree or much experience-“ She was cut off.
“You’re a hopeful. Welcome to Los Angeles the city of hopefuls. Every waitress is a model and every personal assistant is a musician. All ya need kid is a little luck.” Scott smiled, “And in the mean time come to my studio with me and you can paint when I edit and develop.”
“Well, I slave away at the Citibank Corporation bringing home the bacon.” Chris teased.
“Sweetie, we don’t even eat bacon.” Scott laughed; the three of them were vegetarians.
“Oh whatever!” With that they got into the car and began driving home, well to Amelie’s new home.

They showed her to the extra bedroom, which was beautifully decorated with many keepsakes taken back from their worldly travels. “How inspiring…” Amelie thought. She unpacked her things into the dresser and closet, along with setting up her easel and putting a few picture frames and such around. She smiled; it was already beginning to feel a little like home. She could smell the scent of Chris cooking dinner, Scott hardly ever cooked and when he attempted the results were disastrous. Amelie slowly walked down the hall to the kitchen, along the way she smiled at photographs from Scott and Chris’s commitment ceremony and various other events. “They’re truly happy.” She thought to herself.

“Hey you!” Scott smiled as she helped him set the table, “I already have a lead on a possible job for you.”
“Oh really?!” She was truly surprised.
“Yes, missy. You have an interview at noon tomorrow for some personal assistant thing. I know it doesn’t sound great but it’s a job and who knows maybe whoever you work for will take a little interest in your art.” He responded.
“Oh I’m not picky as long as I get a paycheck I’m fine. Whose the client?”
“That Grobon guy. The singer your mom likes…” Scott said. He actually knew Josh quite well but he also knew if he gushed about Josh like he wanted to Amelie would be very psyched out for her interview.
“Oh Josh Groban.” She corrected, “Not exactly a party boy so how bad can he be?”
“That’s what I was thinking…” Chris added, “An awful lot better than half the idiots running around Hollywood. He’s kind of cute too.” Amelie tried to search her mind for a mental image but couldn’t find one.
“Well thank you!” she hugged her uncle and sat down to dinner.

They ate, cleaned up, had a few drinks and went to bed. As Amelie laid in her bed staring at the ceiling she thought about how crazy the past forty-eight hours had been. She already believed she was on the road to happiness. So what if getting someone coffee and running errands wasn’t her dream job it was a hell of a lot better than being a lawyer would be for her. Plus, it was a temporary thing anyway. A little anxious about her interview Amelie drifted to sleep with her Ipod playing Mat Kearney. She felt change was on its way and boy, was she right.

“Something’s in the air tonight
the sky’s alive with a burning light
you can mark my words something’s about to break
and I found myself in a bitter fight
while I’ve held your hand through the darkest night
don’t know where you’re coming from but you’re coming soon
to a kid from Oregon by way of California
all of this more than I’ve ever known or seen
come on and we’ll sing like we’re free
push the pedal down, watch the world around us fly by…”
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