Not Likely

Chapter 16

I drive home and start searching the Internet for additional studios, just in case the ones James gave me don't turn out too well. I wood rather be safe than sorry. I find about four studios looking to sign that are in the area. Then I pick up the list James gave me and start calling each studio, crossing some off the list. I narrow it down to three studios with recording contracts. None of the ones I found in the Internet are in the top three. I scheduled a meeting with one of the studios today, so I head back into the car and start driving. I use my gps to find the unfamiliar place. It's kinda of hidden behind two tall buildings, but it looks promising. The out side isn't as nice as the last studio, mostly because it's just a big black building with lots of windows and close to the ground. I walk inside and expect a boring studio, or at least one that matches the outside....but I don't. The inside has marble white floors and tall ceilings. I'm not sure how since the building isn't tall from the outside. The walls are white with black designs all over the them. It doesn't sound interesting, but it's quit beautiful and creative. The room was topped with crystal chandeliers. It was also filled with white boxy couches and glass tables.

"Can I help you?" says female voice snapping me from my awe.

"Yes," I say sounding out of breath to the large black desk.

"Great, what's your name?" she asks in a very cheery voice.

"Emma" I say forgetting to say my last name. Since I usually don't have to say my full name. "Hart" I add. "Emma Hart"

"Okay, Emma" laughs the girl. "Someone will be out to help you soon, you may take a seat." she says as she points to the white couches. She has straight blonde hair and uses way too much makeup. Her eyes appear like a raccoon with the pitch black liner. I wouldn't think she would be someone who would be doing this job. But I guess that's just a stereo type. I would have liked to say that I don't stereo type other people, but right then was a prime example that, I do. I see an automatic coffee machine that also serves lattes and mochas. Right as I build up enough energy to get up and pour myself a mug, I easily hear my name called in the big empty room.

I turn my head and stand to my feet.

"Come with me" smiles a man that looks about in his forties. I smile back as a greeting and follow him. The hallway gets narrower as we walk further down. The whole inside of the building looks like a work of art. Designed by an artist. Defiantly 10 times better than the old studio.

The man gestures his hand into the last room of the hall. I follow. Inside the empty room is also well decorated, and though empty...filled with light and energy. The man pulls out a seat for me and I sit down. He too pulls up a seat, but behind a big black desk.

"So," he begins as he takes a large sigh out. "I already know about you, everyone does. The interview you did earlier for that contest got many hits. We know your story, we know you voice, we know you. But lets begin getting serious and talk about that song. It was a hit. But it was one hit. And unless we want everyone to forget about you tomorrow, we better get cracking on a new song." says the man "Oh, and Im Randy" he adds.

I let out a little giggle tough Im not sure why. This isn't a funny moment. He seems very serious.

"Very nice to meet to you Randy. And I absolutely agree with you. There are so many people that have been one-hit wanders, and I refuse to be one of them. I refuse to be blend in." I tell him as I try to match his natural well spoken tone and vocabulary.

"That's all I need to hear" he smiles. He takes a contract out of his desk drawer. I haven't seen any of the other of the studios yet, and this is not how I would have liked this to go...but I might not get an opportunity like this again. I take the contract and read the small print, just to be safe. It will last me five years unless I decided to sign again and gain more years. I sign my signature and pass the paper back to Randy.

"That signature will be wanted by millions of people around the world, soon." smiles Randy

"I hope so" I say crossing my fingers.

"Trust me......it will" he assures me while making eye contact.

"Should we be begin as soon as possible?" he nods at me.

"Defiantly!" I say. Randy leads me into a recording room, set with lots of gear and micro-phones. We sit and begin writing a new song.