It Started With A Dream

Chapter 8 - Stepping Stones

{Paige's POV}

I couldn't believe that that we were really going to New York. We just got off the plane, and went to the hotel that Mr. Cobb accomodated for us.

We stopped in front of the hotel's entrance, and decided who will be our roomates, and the very least grown up method to decide that, is Rock, Paper, Scissors, because, why not.

Eventually, Nathalie became my roomate. We put our suitcases to one side of the room. I went to the bathroom, while I saw Nathalie go to the bedroom. I guess she's exhausted.

{Tracie's POV}

This is unbelievable. In NYC, and staying in one of the most expensive hotels in the state.

Right after Peyton opened our hotel room, I put my suitcase aside, took off my shoes and jumped on to the bed in the bedroom. It was so cool how the bedroom had a mounted tv. Peyton entered the bedroom after a few moments. When she walked in, she turned on the AC.

"Why are you turning on the AC?" I asked, "It's already so cold. It's 5 degrees outside." "I just looked at it. Chill. I wasn't planning to turn it on." She replied, as she took the remote and turned on the tv.

While we both were watching Minute to Win it, We heard a knock on the door. I went out, to look through the peeping hole, and saw that it was Paige, holding her phone up. I opened the door, "Tracie's and Peyton's room is over here, and here is Tracie." She said while taking a video of my face on her phone. I think she was doing a keek. "Say Hi, Tracie." I waved and said, "Hiiiiii" out loud. "Where's Peyton?" she asked, "She's in the bedroom." I said while smiling at the camera. I saw Paige go to the bedroom, while saying "Hi" really loudly.

"Thanks for all the support, without it, we wouldn't be here in NYC, Thanks, loves. Bye." She said while she walked out of the bedroom.

{Nathalie's POV}

I woke up in our hotel room. I must've been exhausted. I went out the bedroom, and noticed that no one was in our room, except me. I wondered where Paige went. I sat on the sofa, when suddenly, the front door opened.

"Naaaat. Get ready, we're about to go to Mr. Cobb's office in about less than an hour." Said Paige while she entered the room, "We'll meet Peyton and Tracie in the lobby."

I nodded, and went to the bedroom and chancged my clothes to an oversized sweater and leggins. After that, I took my big ass jacket from my suitcase. It was freezing cold, so of the freaking course.

Me and Paige took the elevator to go to the lobby, and saw Peyton and Tracie using their phone and waiting for us. "Cozy." Peyton said as she looked at all our outfits. Paige signaled her head to the door, showing us that we should take off.

{Peyton's POV}

We went in to Mr. Cobb's management's building, when we stopped at the front desk.

"Yes? May I help you?" The lady behind the desk said. "Oh, we're the band from California that Mr. Cobb invited in here." Tracie replied. The lady speed dialed a number, and whispered on her earpiece. "Okay, please just go straight and enter that door over there." She spoke formally as she point to the direction. "Thank you." nodded Tracie.

Tracie was leading us. I don't really know why she's suddenly so confident about this. Whe we got to the door of the office the lady told us about, Tracie knocked on it.

"Come in" Said a deep and manly voice behind the door.

Tracie opened the door, and we came in one by one. "Please take a seat." Said Mr. Cobb, sitting on his office chair behind the desk. We sat on the big couch that was displayed in front of his desk.

"It's nice to finally meet all of you." He said with a smirk. "Well, same to you sir." I replied, with a smile. "Please." He paused as he put his hand up. "Call me Brad."

"Well, let's start this shall we?" He gave us a piece of paper, with lots and lots of words. As we read what was on the paper, he started talking about his plans with us.

"We're going to more open to the public eye. We'll make music videos, do guestings, have loads of interviews and many more. I feel like you girls are different from all those artist out there." He claimed, "I feel like you're gonna be bigger than anyone I've ever managed. There's something special with you girls." "Yeah, special child." Nathalie whispered and we tried to hide a giggle.

"Ah, comedic. I like that." Brad winked. After we all read what was in the paper which appeared to be the contract, we looked up at him.

"Sorry, but which artists have you exactly managed?" Asked Tracie. Ugh, she is seriously so un-updated. "Uh, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Katy Perry. Duh" I said to her with my eyes widened. Brad smiled widely on his seat as we take the pen he was reaching for us.

"Are you sure about this, girls?" whispered Nathalie, as it seems like we were having a small group meeting before signing it. "This is a big thing.. And it'll last for 2 years."

"I think we should give it a shot. We can hire another management anyway after this contract, if we don't like it." Suggested Paige. We all smiled with genuine happiness as we all signed it one by one. We gave Brad the contract, and he handed us another paper as he said,

"Now, we gotta pick a record label. Right there are the ones who presented to be your record label. It says there what their plans for you are as well. They've contacted me already."

We saw a couple of Record label names that seemed familiar.

Sony Music

Syco Music

Virgin Records

DefJam Recording

"Can we make our own recording label instead?" I asked, knowing that 5 seconds of summer actually made their own recording label. "Sure, but it may take time." Replied Brad. "It's cool." Paige said, while the other girls agreed. "Okay. We'll work on it by next week" Brad apporved, "You girls got any original songs in hand?"

"Huh. Do we?" Tracie said, while she take out a big Music sheet folder.

End of Chapter 8

A pretty long chapter. I also put more POV's . Was it confusing ? Lol, comment down and I'll try to change stuff in the coming chapters .

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