"You guys are great. Seriously, great. We want you guys. You guys have sex appeal, talent and quick witted lyrics. Both of your voices are great. I was thinking a one record and one tour deal."
"Wait...what...your serious?" I went and started swaying back and forth on my feet.
"Dead serious. And are you two a thing?" The one male record producer said.
"We decline to comment-its um....complicated. But it won't interfere with anything. Promise." I said. Scarlett looked a little woozy, which made me wonder the last time she had anything to eat. Or maybe she was just excited. I didn't know.
"That's fine with us. We're gonna take you back to your apartment and you can get stuff together. We need you here Monday with 10 songs written and having background music accompanying them. I know thats only a week, but imagine you have songs from your band. And your tour will be announced when announce that we signed you which right now. So say something and figure out what your going to call yourselves.
"Does Airport Parking Spaces work?" I asked Scarlett.
"I love it. Let's make that video. I don't feel well."
"Hey guys, we're Airport Parking Spaces. And I'm Pierce Anderson, one half of Airport Parking Spaces. We were just signed to Fueled by Ramen..." the producer held up a cue card.
"And I'm Scarlett Memora, the other half. Our first single is now available on Fueled's website for free as a demo version, its called Flying to Remember. We're gonna drop an album and tour soon!"
They cut out the camera. It was happening. I was going to make it, or at least I had a chance to. a real chance. But it all had happened so fucking fast. I knew it couldn't last. My life can't continue to go this good. On the car ride back, no one talked, except I called Terrance.
"Hey Terrance, I have some news." I said to him, he sounded nonchalant.
"Yeah, what's up?" He asked, but I really didn't know how he would react.
"I got a record deal, for me, and my friend Scarlett. I maybe could try to get you in." My voice quaked.
"Pierce, it's fine. You can use any of the band songs, I'm happy for you. I don't want touring to be my life. I'm proud of you." Terrance seemed sincere.
"Thanks man, I gotta go practice." I hung up the phone.
Scarlett and I walked into the house, or apartment really. We had a week to get together like 10 songs. I had 10 written, but Scarlett had to learn them. I also was going to throw in a cover of twenty one pilots' March to the Sea. But right now I just wanted some pasta.
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