The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 9

I was very eager to quit both my jobs the next day in order to focus on my music career. But according to Bones, that would've been "very impractical" and I "needed money to live". So I still had to stick to those jobs. 

However, we began finding and booking more gigs, and I began coming up the lyrics to more songs, songs that would make up an album. I was determined to make it in the music world, so I was going to work for it. 

The band was able to get some gigs in small venues, and we did make a bit of money, but it was only 10 dollars a gig at most, and since we'd split the money equally between us, we'd only get 2.5 dollars each. Still, we were getting to play, and having our music heard. We were reaching an audience, and those were the steps we needed, as small as they were. 

We didn't have that many people attending our gigs at first, but after Alex had put up posters that I had designed all over the city, we began to attract more people to our shows. And the crowd was wild - yelling, moshing, a bit of crowd surfing - I liked it. 

The next step was to record our own music. We had to save up a lot of money to be able to afford studio time, and we had to work extra hard to make it happen. We had to make sure that our songs were perfect, and that we had enough money to pay for the studio time.

We'd store all the money we were saving up in an empty (cleaned out!) peanut-butter jar. Bones insisted on hiding that jar under the couch, just incase somebody broke in and stole all the money Each of us would scrap a bit of money we got into that jar: from our jobs, from gigs, and from ay other sources of income. 

It took us a few months, but eventually we had enough money to record our first album. We were all so excited, and we couldn't wait to get started. We were finally going to be able to properly record out music, and that was just pure exciting.

But it turned out that we wouldn't need that money to make that album all by ourselves after all, for we had gotten a deal with a record label. 

Now, at one of our shows, we had been contacted by a call called Dave who worked for a record label called "Outwave Odyssey." (kind of a stupid name if you asked me.) He had seen us at one of our shows, and thought that we were "fantastic" so he had a meeting with us at some breakfast restaurant in the evening. 

Bones, Rosie, Alex and I had the meeting with him in a booth at that said restaurant. Dave and some other guy was sitting opposite on one side of the booth, while all of us were crammed together on the opposite side of him. It was funny, to be honest.

"So, as you know, I saw your band at that show you played at The Valor, and I really liked it. I thought that the energy you guys put into your work was great, and everything about it was great. That's why we want to sign a record deal with you guys."

We all exchanged glances at each other. Rosie looked unbothered, but there was a glint in her eyes that was screaming with excitement; Bones kept a poker face, but he did smile a bit before stopping himself; and Alex was nodding his head enthusiastically, energetically. So I think we knew what the answer was.

"We'll happily sign with you." Bones said.

"Great." Dave turned to the guy sitting next to him. "Pass me the papers, please."

The guy pulled out a folder, opened it, and took out a bunch of contracts, slamming them onto the hardwood table. 

"All of you will have to sign these." he began passing the sheets of paper to us "Does anybody have a pen?"

I nodded, pulling mine out of my pocket and plaving it on the middle of the table, next to the contract that we had to sign. 

Alex picked up the pen, but then Bones stopped him, asking "who has the neatest handwriting out of all of us."