Chapter 8: Selling Our Song

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Kathryn:    I was just leaving my Lyrics class when I was stopped by our professor. "Kathryn," he said. I looked at him, moving toward him. 

"Listen, about that song you just turned in," he said. I nodded. Yeah, you can call me all the names you want, I ended up turning in the song for a project. So what. "Well, a buddy of mine works at EMI music. They have companies around the world. Anyway, I played your song for him. He really liked it. He was wondering if you would be willing to sell it to him," my professor continued. I was shocked. My jaw fell. He wanted my  song. Well, it was part Harry's, but he was already world famous. 

"Um, I'll think about it," I said. Aka I needed to ask the co-writer. 

"Alright. You're a very good writer Kathryn. I hope you know that," my professor said. 

"Thank you," I said. Then I left the room. Once I was out of the building, I dialed Harry. 

"Hello?" he asked. 

"Hey Harry. Meet me at the park in ten or you get no credit for something highly important," I said. Harry sighed. 

"I'll see you then," he said. Then I hung up. 

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Harry:   What did Kathryn need. I drove toward the park in my silver Audi R8. Not my most low profile car, but I have noticed more paparazzi on my tail in the Range Rover. 

Anyway, once I reached the park, I saw Kat, sitting on a bench. "Hey," I said once I walked up to her. 

"Hey," she said. I smiled. 

"So what did you call me out here for?" I asked. 

"I got an offer. Listen, you can call me all the names you want, but I turned in our song for a project in one of my classes. But my professor knows a guy at EMI Music, and he kind of played the song for him. He made an offer that I could sell it to him and I was thinking maybe I would," Kat said. 

"So why are you talking to me about this?" I asked. I had noticed the tension of sorts between us. I knew what it was from though. Oops. 

"You co wrote it, you should get a say," Kat said. 

"I don't care," I said. Then I realized something. "Wait EMI?" 

"Yeah"Kat said.

"First of all, congrats. That's a big thing for you. It's a huge record company. Second, you can't put my name on the song with yours," I said. 

"Why?" Kat asked, scrunchong her eyebrows together. 

"Because I'm Sony. I can't do anything with, well, really any other record company, but definately not EMI. The two are rivals," I said. 

"Oh," Kat said, "I understand. So will I take all the money from it?" 

"Yes," I said. I had enough already. 

"Okay," Kat said, "Well, um, are you and Annaka okay?" 

"Anna, and yeah. I may or may not have taken your joking advice," I said, smirking. Kat laughed. 

"Oh, Cutie, you will never change," she laughed. 

"Hey, no need to change perfection," I said, putting my hands up. Kat laughed. 

"Aww," Kat said, reaching out to touch my face, "You can only use that line if you're perfect." I laughed. 

"Ouch," I said. 

"Yeah," Kat said. I laughed. 

"Alright, well, enjoy the money," I said, "I get the feeling that song is going far." 

"Thanks," Kat said, smiling. Then I drove away.

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