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

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.