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Love Quotes	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 18138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Vindicated:
I am selfish;
I am wrong;
I am right;
I swear I'm right;
Swear I knew it all along;
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well,
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself."
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"And where am I now?" Kelly asked as they got out of the car. Honestly, she couldn't have told you what direction was up at that moment.
"A meeting," Jason reminded, holding the door open for her.
"For?"
"The album," he answered. "All the suits want to know how it's going, and whether or not you're being a good little girl this time."
Kelly laughed, "Maybe I'll just lie to them, you know, get them off of my back for a while."
"Well, they already have a couple of the songs, so that'd be kinda hard," Jason pointed out.
"How'd they get a hold of the songs?"
Jason shrugged, "It's what they do. Now, at least be civil when you first get started."
"Jay..." she warned.
"I'm not saying do what they say, I'm saying at least let them think you're listening to what they say before you tell them off," he smiled.
"I do listen," she crossed her arms. "They're the ones that don't listen."
"I know," he nodded.
"So, why the lecture?"
"Because they are doing you a huge favor by having this as a conference call meeting instead of making you fly out to L.A. for it."
"Alright," she sighed as he opened the door to the board room. There were a couple Nashville music execs already seated around the phone. "If you promise not to leave me alone with these guys."
"Deal," he laughed.
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"Kelly," the voice over the phone said with a false sense of patience.
Kelly was resting her chin on her arms which were folded on the desk. She couldn't tell the difference between one voice coming out of the phone versus another. For all she knew, she could've been talking to Mike, the creepy intern who always winked at her when she walked by. Kelly shivered.
"Now, I'm not saying that the songs aren't good," the man said patronizingly. "They have...potential. We think that if you'd just get the right producer for them."
"We, on the other hand," Jackson, one of the Nashville executives cut in. "Think they are brilliant."
"This isn't a country record," the phone reminded. "Why do we even need you here?"
"Because when she decided to come here," Phil, another from Nashville, replied, "you told us to make sure that she got back on the right track. Now, from what we can tell, she's never gotten off the track to begin with."
"Y'all, please," Kelly sighed, rubbing her eyes exhaustedly. "Enough of this, ok?"
"Kelly--" the phone broke in.
"No, just listen to me for a second," she pleaded. "First off, those songs have already been produced, ok? They're finished, and I'm not touching them again, because they turned out exactly as I had envisioned them."
"Kelly--"
"However," she continued, raising her voice over whoever the other voice belonged to. "That is only a small sample from what will be on this album. It isn't going to be a country album. It will be pop just like always. Not all of the songs that you have listened to will even be on there, so please just everybody take a step back and let me finish this record, please?"
There was an audible sigh over the speaker phone, "Fine. We'll be checking back in with you in two weeks. By then, hopefully you'll have more to show than a couple hick songs that sound like a twelve year old wrote them."
The click off the phone echoed in the rectangular room.
"I'm sorry y'all," Kelly apologized to the execs that were seated with her at the table. "They didn't mean that. That's just how they are."
"You don't have to apologize," one of the men shook his head. Kelly hadn't caught her name when they had introduced themselves earlier.
"Thank y'all so much for hanging in there, and helping me out."
"You just keep doing what you're doing," Jackson replied. "We'll handle those guys."
Kelly nodded as she stood up, walking over to where Jason waited by the door.
"Kelly," Jackson said, making her turn back around. "The songs are brilliant. I sincerely mean that."
Kelly smiled weakly, "Thanks. That means a lot."
He nodded as she turned, walking out of the door that Jason held open for her.
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"Hey," Jason frowned when he noticed the tears that were running down her cheeks as they walked into the building where the interview would be held. "It's ok, yea?"
"God, I'm so freaking tired of this shit Jay," she said, frustratedly. "I mean, when is this going to get easier?"
"With those guys on your back? Probably never," he admitted sadly.
"Damn it," she cursed, kicking the wall. "Why can't they just get their heads out of their asses for one split second, and realize that there's more than one way to write a good song."
Kelly sighed as she rested her forehead against the wall, her fists balled up tightly, ready to hit something.
"Kelly," Jason said softly as he put a hand on her shoulder. She immediately shrugged it off. "I honestly don't understand why you're so surprised. It's like this every time."
"Because Jason," she turned around, her eyes blazing as more tears formed. "Do you know how it feels to put your entire heart and soul into something, and then to have to somehow find the guts to put it on display in front of the entire world, only to have them say it's complete crap?"
"The entire world isn't saying it's crap," he pointed out. "Just a bunch of old farts who've been locked up in their offices so long, they probably think we still use eight tracks."
Kelly let out a choked laugh.
Jason smiled, "Do you think it's good?"
"I think it's some of the best stuff I've written," she admitted.
"Then trust yourself, alright? You haven't been wrong yet, have you?"
"No," she shook her head.
"Good, now just take a deep breath. The last thing you need is to be going into this interview with a hot head, right?"
"Yea," she agreed, closing her eyes, trying her best to collect her thoughts.
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