All Because of You

Chapter 15

"Well?" Connor asked breathlessly as soon as he answered the phone. "What's the news? Did you get signed?" I grinned.

"Well, hello to you, too. How are you? How's work?"

"Troyeeee, you can't do this to me! Tell me, tell me, tell me!" He whined, making my grin spread.

"I can literally hear you pouting."

"Because I'm pouting! This is cruelty. Just tell me!"

"Fina, alright, ready?" I paused for effect, listening to Connor's silence on the other side of the phone. "I... Got signed!" Connor let out a muffled shriek.

"Troye! Oh my god! That's amazing! AH!" I smiled.

"It's pretty great. Hey, I have to go, they're gonna give me a tour of the building, but..." I drifted off, fidgeting. Should I even say this?

"But what?" Connor pressed gently, and I took a deep breath. Yes I should.

"Umm, thank you. For getting me a modeling contract and taking me in off the streets and pushing me to perform for you and recording it and showing it to Ricky. Thanks for everything, really."

"You deserved it all, Troye. You're so talented; I just helped people see that talent."

"You're perfect, you know that right?" I grinned, holding back happy tears. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ricky waving at me to start hanging up the phone, and I nodded at him in recognition.

"Maybe, but you're more perfect. You're perfecter."

"I would stay and argue with you, but I have to go. We'll continue this later?"

"There's nothing to continue, but okay. Bye, babe!" I said my goodbyes and hung up, quickly shoving my phone in my pocket as the same guy that interviewed me walked up.

"Ready to start?" He smiled brightly. Smiling in reply, I nodded, and he turned on his heel and began leading me down the hallway.

A record label is really an interesting place. Kinda like my current office building, there was both office space on the top floors and studios on the bottom. On top of that, there were rooms specifically for production, equipment, and interviews. There were lounge-like areas and even a small café. Every once in awhile, I would see a musician walk past, mostly the lesser-known artists, but many of them were still musicians that I knew and loved. I tried not to fangirl too hard whenever someone I knew walked past, but the chances of me having looked extremely star-struck the entire time were pretty high.

I stayed fairly calm and level headed throughout the tour, soaking in information that was thrown at me as we walked through the halls. It wasn't until the short tour was over and I was walking back down the palm tree lined sidewalk, away from the building this time, that everything finally began to soak in. My mood turned from courteous and professional to over-excited in seconds, and I grinned as I tried not to bounce around in place. I tried calling Connor, hoping to share some of my excitement with him, but he didn't answer. I didn't get too offended though; he probably hadn't gotten a lot of work done earlier while he was nervously waiting for my call. Instead, I shot him a quick text before looking back up at the road. Ricky wasn't taking us the same way we had come originally, and I watched my surrounding curiously. After a few minutes, it was evident that we weren't just headed back to the office.

"Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity making me perk up in my chair. Ricky looked over at me, smiling.

"As someone who has a record label..." he said, "you need a manager. And my friend that got in touch with the label about you said she'd love to."