will we talk? {sam fender}

78

april

dear lacy hope wright,

on behalf of syco records, modest management, producer manager and owner simon cowell and your manager haley anne reid, we regret to inform you we are ending your contract with us.

after a year of working together we believe the best step forward as a business and for your career is to end our time together.

we will have a court date set for the 11th of april and for the foreseeable future, you are no longer with syco records or modest management.

we wish you the best
dan smith, co-founder of syco records

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my breath gets faster as i read the letter that has just fallen through the letter box of my brand new flat.

it's just outside london, i didn't have the heart to move too far away from dad, not when he is now alone.

"fuck" i sigh reading it again "fuck fuck fuck"

i'm in a state of shock, they have dropped me. i no longer have a record label of a management, i had no idea they could even make decisions that big so fast.

sam is in his last meeting about tour at the moment, luckily the meeting was in london so he was planning on staying round mine anyway.

unsure of what to do i call the first person i can think of that isn't doing anything right now.

"sophie thank fuck you answered" i gasp as the ringing in my phone went away after 2 beeps, she answered instantly.

"ya'alreet pet?"

"i just got a letter through the door...my record label and management have dropped me"

"holy shit" she gasps, she's more excited than me "you did it lacy! this is what yer wanted right?!"

i hesitate for a moment "well yeah but-"

"no buts! your a free woman!"

"but soph i have no idea what i am doing with myself, i can't do this!" i gasp running my hands through my recently washed hair

"nobody knows what they are doing with themselves, you'll figure it out. you should be excited lacy!"

part of me thinks she's right, i've been wanting this for longer than i can remember, but at the same time this could be my career over...and i'm only getting started

"we need to celebrate!" sophie says over the phone, her excitement puts a smile on my face.

"i don't know soph, i think i need to figure out how i'm actually going to save my career first" i laugh

"talk to sam about it, he knows what he's doing. as thick as that boy can be, he can also be really intelligent when he needs to be" she advices me

"oh i know. that boy has no common sense but would also know how to make a nuclear bomb if he needed to"

around 2 hours later there is finally a knock on the door, my heart skips a beat as i run to it and open it to reveal sam and dean.

"god you took your time!" i groan

"sorry, they brought some woman in who wanted to be our stylist for tour, it took a lot of convincing to say we can dress ourselves" sam smiles before giving me a quick peck on the lips

"soph said you had stuff to talk to us about" dean interrupts me and sam shutting the front door behind him.

"yeah..." i say nervously rubbing my hands together, sam's eyebrows furrow

"shit your like really nervous" dean says pointing to my thumbs that are bleeding from where i've been picking at them

"yer not pregnant are ya?" dean suddenly says making sam's head whip around in record time, i release a laugh shaking my head

"no deano i'm not pregnant" i say walking into the living room "but i am however a free woman" i smile nervously picking up the letter that is on the coffee table

"what?" sam asks taking the letter from me, he scans it, dean quickly joining his side "holy fuck lac!" his face lights up

i let out a chuckle. everyone is so excited. i've been purposefully acting up so this happens, so why now am i not excited.

"this is amazing!" sam says passing the letter to dean and engulfing me in a big hug

"is it?" i say, his grip on me loosens and he looks at me confused "i don't know what i'm doing"

"then we will figure it out" he smiles taking my hand "one step at a time"