Fifty Shades of Pulp

Pulp Chapter 3 Attitude

Chapter 3 Attitude

The auditorium is dark with the exception of stage lights. Taking a seat in the back row, I see a girl playing a guitar and singing, then I see Ana sitting at the drums. Not familiar with the song, it's somewhat catchy. Not my cup of tea.

While they are playing several people are milling around setting up their string instruments.
After finishing the song Ana begins another song and some guy quickly starts on guitar. Everyone starts laughing telling them to start the song over. Another tune I'm unfamiliar with, looking over to Taylor I see him with a ghost of a smile.

Seems Miss Steele is a bit of a rocker girl.

A few songs later, a man I presume is a Professor at the university enters. Sitting in the front row listening and bobbing his head. When they finished playing he stands up

"Hello all. Glad you made it today"

"Hey Doc, there's one more song we'd like to get out of our system. We still have about 5 minutes."

"No worries Matt. We'll begin rehearsals after you guys get the itch out of your system"

Sitting down, Matt counts and they start playing. Again, not familiar to me. All of these songs seem more like Elliot's taste in music. It's overall entertaining.

Between the songs I send Ana a text.

I watch as she pulls the phone out of her jacket pocket, reading my message which is quite simple and direct.

~Miss Steele how about a cup of coffee after your classes today? Let me know what time is available for you~

Sliding the phone back into her jacket pocket basically ignoring my request or you can say summons to meet me, after all I am 'The' Christian Grey. I'm pissed by her dismissive behavior. No one rejects me.

Then I see her pulling out her phone again while the other students are situating themselves.

~ Thank you. Perhaps another time. I have a very busy day followed by study group later this evening. With finals slated this following week, its cram time. ~

~Understood. What time after study group?~

No sooner than I send my text a call of Kavanagh comes in. Quickly moving away from the music stepping outside the main auditorium. Kavanagh mentions that the shoot can be taken today at 5:30 in the Farming Division's main building or at the Heathman's the following morning at 9 am

"Five-thirty pm today. Be ready to shoot, I'll be there." hanging up, my phone vibrates

~Mr. Grey, apologizes if you feel I misled you. I haven't any down-time available until finals are completed. My schedule is spoken for. If still interested at a later date let me know. Thank You. Good day.~

What the Hell! Did she just fucking blow me off? I don't take shit like that when it comes to business, I sure as hell won't take it from some coed. There was absolutely no miscommunication from her end, she just gave me the finger. I don't get it, there was a spark. We both felt it and her pupils dilated which were a clear indicator of sexual chemistry. Fuck it! I'm not going to bother responding. I need something to eat and be packed because after the shoot I'm heading back to Seattle. I should just let Elena take care of it as she always has. Speaking of which,

~I want the top three girls at your salon Friday night. Have them ready by 9pm for interviews. Don't call, I'm busy~

I don't even contemplate walking back inside when Taylor opens the door. I at least now recognize the music being played, keeping the door cracked open smugly I think they sound acceptable.