I was woken up to a black haired man knocking on my window. I jumped awake a rolled down the window, why was I still here..?
"Good morning sunshine, the record label wants to talk with you in an hour, get up." I groaned but got out of my car. Oh my god, I looked like a mess. "How much did you drink last night?" The black haired man backed away from the door after I hit him with it on accident. "I didn't drink anything, I was just tired." I went to my trunk and got a pair of clothes. Skinny jeans, a great tank top, and a black sweatshirt. "You're meeting with professionals, you could look classy."
I gave him a death stare and slammed my trunk down. First thing in doing with the fifty thousand, getting a new car. I brushed my hair out, and did the best I could to style it. I put on shoes, all stars. "I like it, they'll think you don't try too hard, and they'll know exactly who they're dealing with." I rolled my eyes and checked my phone. Oh yeah! Brendon.
I tapped in the number, this wasn't the part of Nevada I'm from... Brendon lives in Las Vegas? "Hurry up, we have to be there soon." I was so done with this man, please shut up. I texted Brendon good morning and got an instant response.
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(Y/N): Good Morning
B: Hey! Good Morning, did you get back safe?
(Y/N): Actually, I fell asleep in my car. Oops.
B: lol
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"Alright, I'm ready." I stuffed my hands in my pockets and followed the man. He looked annoyed with me. "Who are you, by the way?" He sighed and mumbled, "Jonah. I'm your manager." This guy, was my manager? Really... I don't want to deal with him.
I mentally slammed my head on a desk as I walked into a building. Didn't think the meeting would be this close. Hey! Brendon was here. Wait? Why is Brendon here? "We've been busy, miss (Y/N)." One of the producers looked at me and I shivered. "It's nice to meet you." I shook their hands and sat next to Brendon.
I cringed as I felt a hand on my thigh. No thank you, no no no. I shoved it off only then realized it was Brendon's hand. "Oh, um sorry." He whispered and one producer spoke up. "We were thinking, a musical duo. Brendon and (Y/N) or the other way around, whatever. You would make up a name, and music. All that Jazz. You won't always have to work together, you could have a few solos here and there. But for the most part, you'd be a team. What do you think?"
Who came up with this? I won. Not Brendon. I was promised my own record label signing. But, if this is what they think is best, I'll go along. "Sure, if that's what you think would work." I smiled at them, in the nicest way possible. "If you're okay with it, we'll sign you two."
Brendon nodded and we all shook hands. That was a relatively short meeting, I expected four hours or something. But we were just signing things and on our way. "So this is exciting, have you thought of any names?"
"Well I was thinking, Panic! at the disco."
(A/N I know Ryan came up with the name but.. It's for a story k?)
