What Can I Say

I Can't Say Anything...

Pete was in public alone. Patrick was at school and Pete had to meet with someone for a record deal. The man knew he was mute and did not have a problem with it. Pete still had to write notes bc he couldn't afford a translator.

Pete walked down the corridor, glancing at the room numbers as he did. After a few turns and what felt like year he found the room he was supposed to be in. he stood outside until he thought he was siked enough to go in.

On entering he saw the man he was supposed to meet with. He sat across from him. The room was small and was pretty dark. More or less a basic conference room. Pete has basic cards for phrases he'd most likely say. The first being his name. After exchanging names and a long silence they got down to business.

"You're the bassist and lyricist?" he asked and Pete nodded. "We won't ask you change lyrics for any reason. We want to sign you as you are."

'We appreciate that. I understand these words aren't set in stone seeing that the rest of the band is busy, but i wanted to make sure that you actually do want to sign us' Pete wrote on prettier handwriting.

"Yes, we do want you on our label. There will be no change there." he nodded "Can i ask about your muteness?" Pete nodded "What will do for your interviews?"

'I can do written interviews to start w/. Also, our vocalist, Patrick, knows asl and can translate.' Pete wrote out 'maybe in some situations id need a professional; translator'

The conversation went on like that until they were both satisfied with the state of the agreement. About 30 min later they wrapped up their conversation and pete left, texting patrick on his way out.

Pw: hey, just finished the meeting, I'll tell you about it during practice.

Ps: Im at your house now I'll see you when you get here.

Pete got in his car and drove home.