Imani's P.O.V
I took a seat in one of the large computer chairs across from the President of Atlantic Records - Michael Kyser - and smiled. My mother took a seat to my left, Jazzy took a seat to my right, and Jazzy's mom - Ms Michelle - took a seat next to her. I brushed some of my hair out of my face and smiled at Mr Kyser. There were all types of management and a few celebrities standing behind him and standing in chairs with wide commercial like smiles.
I had on a black pencil skirt, a hot pink, silk blouse, black platform heels with the pink bottoms, solid gold hoops, a matching ring, and carried a black Coach purse. My hair was relaxed- finally -and it was tied up in a neat bun with a nice swoop in the front. I had on a tiny pit of pink lip gloss and a settle pink eye shadow glimmering on my eye lids.
Jazzy was wearing a pink floral vintage dress, pink platform heels, black tear drop earrings and carrying a black and pink Juicy Couture bag. Her hair was flat ironed - for the first time in years - and was dangling down her back with curls on the ends of her hair. Hot pink lip gloss shined brightly on her Bratz doll shaped lips.
"So Imani and Jazmond what we are talking about here is a basic four album contract" Mr Kyser said.
I leaned back in my chair like a boss and looked over at my mom to see how she was going to respond.
"What exactly are the basics?" my mom asked.
"Well Atlantic Records pays for clothing, transportation, temporary housing, and safety" he answered.
"Mhmm what about studio time?" Jazzy asked.
"Studio time is not provided that comes out of either your pocket or your manager's pocket, however we do pay for the first three sessions" he answered.
"Who exactly is our manager?" I asked.
"You are familiar with Perry correct?" he asked.
"Diggy Simmons' manager Perry?" Ms Michelle said.
"That's the one" he replied with a car dealer like smile.
"Chocho" Jazzy agreed.
"Sounds good to me" I co-signed.
"Can we see the contract please?" Ms Michelle asked.
He nodded his head and handed her this dictionary thick document and she took it a little reluctantly. She and my mom then leaned over the table towards each other and began to read it together, whispering a comment every now and again. I sat quietly next to Jazzy with her hand in mine. I looked over at her and she gave me a huge chunky smile. She was calm, but me I oh so desperately desired to call Angel and Diggy and tell them what's happening at that very moment.
I swear to chicken we sat in that conference room for five thousand hours while we waited for our mothers to finish reading the contract. And I was starving!! I watched as Ms Michelle skimmed through the last page and then shut it. Hale-freakin'-lujah!
"Well everything on here is up to par" my mom said leaning back in her chair.
"So ladies are we signing this conctact?" Mr Kyser asked.
Jazzy and I looked at our mothers and they nodded in appeasement.
"Do you have a pen?" I asked smiling.
He smiled and handed me a pen out of his black blazer. All of the celebrities and other people apart of the Atlantic Records team began to cheer and a few began to pop champagne and sparkling apple juice o.O Oh yeah no under aged drinking -_- I signed my name at the dotted line and then handed Jazzy the pen and slid the document over to her. She smiled and etched her name onto the paper. She slammed the pen on the desk and she and I began to happy dance.
