Henry Tudor (good_to_be_king) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-08-09 02:03:00 |
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Current mood: | drained |
Entry tags: | anne boleyn, henry tudor |
Who: Henry Tudor and Anne Boleyn/Baylin
Where: L.A. offices of Henry's record label
When: (backdated) Early Tuesday before he meets Gabby
What: They're "taking a meeting".
Warnings: Who knows, but will update.
Status: Incomplete
Henry's manager and lawyer droned on, and on... and on. At least, that's the way it seemed to Henry, who shifted restlessly in the cushy leather chair that sat in front of his manager's desk at the label's offices. But then, considering it was something like 10:00 in the morning and Henry had only wandered back into his apartment about four hours earlier. But a rock star's hours weren't business hours, and Henry was discovering that sometimes, his new life was business as well as pleasure.
Finally, the droning stopped. Henry raised his sunglasses, blinking at the bright overhead lighting. The other two men in the room shook their heads in perfect sync before sending Henry packing off to see his publicist. That finally shook off some of the sleepy haze. He'd spoken to the woman just once before, but history said that they had known each other better than Henry might have known anyone.
But this wasn't history, this was reality-- Henry's new reality, of course-- and things were going to be very different. At least, he thought it would.
Henry knocked on the door marked "Anne Baylin", wincing at the sound, and without waiting, opened the door and strutted inside, dropping himself into a chair.