Significance (4th in the Encore!!! tour)

Chapter Six

Amy Glenn's POV

We arrived in the city on a Tuesday, already scheduled for a meeting with Terra and Josh McDonough. We were discussing our contracts and the specifics. Leaving Adele to play with Kaycee, Katy, and Kailie, the McDonough triplets, we proceeded to a meeting room with a long conference table.

"Okay, first order of business... school," Josh said, shuffling papers in front of him. "Are you able to graduate early? Because that would make it so much easier on everyone if we could just have you finished with high school before we send you into the studio..."

"I can. All I have to do is have a conference with the principal, who will give me my diploma," I said shyly, watching as they wrote this down. Meth could do the same as me, but Brighton needed to take a test to graduate early since he had transferred from England.

"Alright... for college, you all have full scholarships to Julliard..." Terra said matter-of-factly. "We have an agreement saying that all of our artists have these, because we are known for having only the best. You can choose your own majors, and you are open to every class available. While you are on tour, you will take classes on line. While you are in New York, you will have weekly classes. Are we all in agreement? Good."

I was stunned. I would be going to music school? I hadn't thought about what I was going to be before. This was all so surreal...

"Second order of business... Adele," Terra said. My ears perked back up, intent on what she was about to say. If she said anything about leaving my baby behind, I was going to walk back out that door... "She isn't going to be a problem at all, but we are going to have a babysitter on hand and she can take Adele as well as the triplets while we are working. I've been informed that Brielle is going to be your accountant, so she won't have as much free time because she'll be working with the marketers. We'll make sure you always have enough time with your daughter every day, but someone has to watch her and be responsible for her while everyone is busy." I agreed to this, happy that Adele wouldn't be the cause of my resignation.

"Next is behavior. We are aware you are teenagers. We are aware that you are going to make mistakes. But there will be consequences. We will not spoil you like so many other labels do. If your behavior becomes a problem, we will have to fire you. Are we clear?" All three of us nodded, including Brighton, who looked a little bit more nervous than Meth and I. He was a player, after all...

Brighton Andrews' POV

After our meeting, we were shown to the studio where we would be spending most of our time. It was similar to the room we had auditioned in, but this one had an added feel of comfortability. The room itself was decorated with soft earth tones and comfy couches. There were no sharp edges or bright objects, it was all muted.

"This is where the magic happens," Josh told us, handing the three of us a key. "This room is exclusive to you, which is not really normal for other studios, but hey. I like to be different." He winked at us, causing Amy to cover a smile. "Anytime you think you have something you want to record, just let one of the kids downstairs at the desk know. They are always willing to try out their engineering skills. I did notice that you have no drummer or pianist. Those two would make your sound more edgy, which is what I think you are going for. We can hire someone to play for live concerts, but do any of you play the piano for recording purposes?"

Amy hesitantly raised her hand and Meth and I just gaped at her.

"Seriously, love? You could have told us that a while ago," I said drily, tapping her on the nose.

"I've been playing since I was six, but I can't sing and play at the same time, I get mixed up," my strawberry blonde friend admitted.

"That's alright, depending on the group, we usually record a backing track first and then add vocals, you don't have to do both simultaneously," the jokester of a man assured her. His phone gave a loud ping, and he sighed when he looked at it. "I have to go, but feel free to spend a few hours writing before you head back home. My lovely wife will probably keep Brielle talking for that long anyway."

"I heard that!"

"Oops, got to go, bye!" He practically ran away, jogging exaggeratedly down the hall. He tripped on the light blue rug and fell at the end of the hallway, but immediately got up and brushed himself off, just to continue hurrying off.

"That is one strange man..." Amy commented as we pulled our heads back into the studio room.

"Amen, sister!"

She quickly shut the door behind us so Terra would no longer hear us. Hopefully.

I rubbed my hands together, taking a seat and taking out my bass. "Alright then, who feels like writing a song?"

"Well, we didn't exactly write the last one off the tops of our heads, did we?" Amy pointed out, turning on the electric keyboard that was already in the room. "We were kind of forced to write it. I don't actually know how to write a song."

"And it turned out alright, did it not?" I replied cockily. This time, Meth was the one to smack me over the head. "Alright, seriously, you need to stop doing that. People are going to start saying you are abusing me," I joked, bracing myself as Meth launched a mock-attack. We just went back and forth, having a play fight, until we both heard Amy playing the key board.

Turning to look at her simultaneously, we realized that she had been struck by our good friend, Inspiration.

"What did I say?" I whispered to my best friend. Helpful bloke that he is, he simply shrugged, picking himself off the floor and brushing himself off, leaving me there alone. "Not even a bloody hand to help me up," I muttered, "no, do not worry about me, I will just help myself up..."

"Shh..." Amy turned around to face me.

"How rude!"

"No, not literally, you goof. That's how we're going to end the song!" She grinned, spinning back to the key board.

"Well, a beginning would be nice too, you know," I muttered, picking up my bass. "Chords?"

"Just follow me."