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Michael and Myra ended up spending more and more time together. One of the things that came out of it was Michael convinced her to do a duet with him. It took a few days but she agreed to sing Billie Jean with him in an actual studio.
What Myra didn't know was that Michael sent it to someone who was looking for new talent. Over at Atlantic Records they needed someone after their last try had been a fail. So, he sent in the recording for them.
Myra was packing her things to leave once again. She was halfway through when the hotel room phone rang. She ditched the shirt folding to answer the phone.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Is this Myra?" A woman's voice questioned over the phone.
"Yes, it is," she confirmed.
"My name is Shaylynn Young and I work at Atlantic Records. We have been needing new talent and you have a damn good set of pipes," the woman named Shaylynn explained, "Michael Jackson sent in a record of you singing to us as a recommendation."
"He did?" She queried.
"Yeah. If you do agree you will have to come down and sign and everything. Also, you'll have to move down here because Greensboro isn't working," Shaylynn added.
Myra was on board at first but she didn't want to leave home. She had grown up in Greensboro and thought of permanently moving to Los Angeles actually terrified. Only a moment like what she was offered came around once or never to some people.
"I'll do it," Myra accepted. "But where will I find a house?"
"We will have that covered, but you need to come down to the studio and everything today. Okay?" Shaylynn informed.
"If I can get a taxi or something I could be there in less than an hour," she shrugged.
"Good. Were located at 1635 North Cahuenga Boulevard," Shaylynn pointed out. "When you get there they'll call me and I'll be right down. They have your picture - hope you don't mind - So fell be able to recognize you. See you here!"
Shaylynn hung up first, leaving Myra still holding the phone. Myra pocketed her room key and put on a pair of shoes. She left her room almost a mess but made a note to finish it later.
For a big city like Los Angeles Myra was surprised at the lack of taxis. New York seemed to have no shortage of them. She finally spotted one that came over to her as she climbed in the backseat.
"Where you gotta go?" The driver, probably a kid no more than twenty, asked.
"1635 North Cahuenga Boulevard," Myra responded and without a word he took off driving.
Myra watched out the window most of the ride. She ignored any conversation starters but it wasn't like he asked any questions. When they neared her location he did begin to talk though it was mainly about recognizing her from somewhere.
She hurried out of the taxi when they reached Atlantic Records. She wanted to avoid whatever would have happened if he remembered where he had seen her. She opened the glass doors which lead inside. Two people sat at desks, a phone right next to them.
"I'm Myra," she spoke up to grab their attention. "I was told to come here by Shaylynn."
"Of course! You can go through that elevator right there and up to the third floor. She will be in the first room on the left," one of them acknowledged her.
She mumbled her thanks as she neared the elevator. She pressed the button fir the third floor. It took a minute for it to shut but she soon felt the feeling of moving upwards.
The elevator passed the second floor before it stopped at the third floor. She stepped off and the doors shut a few seconds later. She walked down the carpeted hallway slowly, nearing the first door on the left.
She knocked lightly on the door. The door was quickly opened by a brunette woman in her twenties. A pair of glasses rested on her pointed nose that seemed to stick out from her soft features.
"You must be Myra. Come on in. I have been busy looking for you a nice house, but you must be a part of this decision," Shaylynn guided her inside before she shut the door. "But, before you talk about houses, you need to sing this contract. It's only for five years, but when it runs out you are able to sign again."
Myra only skimmed over the writing. She signed at the bottom before it was handed back to Shaylynn who looked very happy.
"Now that that's out of the way, I circled some houses that would be nice. Atlantic said they would cover it, being generous to someone so out of state, but there was a budget. We were left with these options," Shaylynn briefed.
A real estate paper was put in front of her. The ones circled in red ink were the ones within the budget and they all looked nice. Nicer than her house back in Greensboro that was dwarfed by the ones in the picture.
"When you said house I thought you meant a one-story, one-bedroom house. Not these," Myra exhaled as she surveyed her options.
"Sweetie, you are going to be big. It only seems fit that you would need a big house for those Grammys you are going to be sure to win!" Shaylynn said enthusiastically.
Myra looked over the options. Each was beautiful in its own ways. Some were more cottage looking while others were full of windows and gave her a futuristic feel.
After some time deciding, Myra chose. From the pictures it looked like a perfect mix of cottage but not a too small amount of windows. Furniture would need to be purchased.
"Thank you sweetie. I will make sure they know and get it as soon as possible," Shaylynn took the paper. "Soon, you, Myra Bhatt, will be on top of the world. People screaming your name from the four corners of the Earth."
