More Than Manager

chapter four

chapter 4 // and so it continues...

Brian had given me a call later that day, asking me to come to the studio around noon.

"What for?" I had asked.

"Don't worry about it. We'll talk about it when you get here.

I sighed but trusted him. He wouldn't get me into trouble.

~

I gave the studio door three knocks at 12:00 exactly.

The door opened and Brian was standing there with open arms. "Hey, Sammy!"

I gave him a huge hug, his tall figure peering over me. "Hey, Bri. Gentlemen," I said subtly, nodding towards the other band members. Freddie and John were sitting on the couch, while Roger was in the recording studio, drumsticks in hand. He still looked pretty pissed from this morning, his eyes narrowing at me as I walked into the room. Whatever. Not my problem to deal with.

"So uh, you can take a seat, if you'd like." Brian gestured to the chair next to the couch.

"Roger, darling, come in here!" Freddie yelled through the microphone.

He rolled his eyes but came into the room, taking a seat next to John. He put his arm on the back of the couch and sighed. Brian walked over to the couch and sat next to Roger.

"So, hun, we've been thinking about this for a little while, even since Brian told us about you," Freddie began.

"We've heard that the bakery isn't necessarily satisfying you, money wise," John continued.

My face grew red, but he was right. Finding a job in London was hard, especially for someone my age, with little experience of anything. The only thing I was slightly good at was music. It was something I've always been passionate about. I couldn't play any instruments of course, but I have pretty great musicality. I didn't want to waste that talent on making cookies my whole life.

"Yeah?" My heart was racing. Where they about to offer me a job?

Brian was beaming. "We'd like to offer you a job as our manager!" Brian bursted out.

"We really want to be well-known throughout the music industry, but we can't do that without a promising manager." Freddie said, smiling from ear-to-ear.

Roger was so stoned faced, I was actually contemplating whether or not he was aware of this conversation.

"Uh, yeah! I'd absolutely love to!" My heart was beating out of my chest. I might actually now have a shot at owning my own home!

I jumped up, out of my seat (as Brian, John and Freddie did as well) and gave them a big group hug. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was thrilled.

We all sat back down as I sighed.

"It's so lovely to finally have you on our team, dear."

I replied with a smile.

I glanced at the blond, looking as bored as ever, twiddling his thumbs. "So are you approving of this too, Roger?" I asked with a raised brow.

Roger looked up before hesitating and then replying with a snarky comment, "We hardly even know you, Samantha."

"Not true," Brian said, pointing his finger. Roger rolled his eyes.

"We don't know if you can actually do this. I mean, you work at a bakery, for god's sake," Roger continued, "are you sure you can even handle this?"

I was taken a bit aback from the insult, but I did my best not to show it.

"That's why you should trust me, Roger. I know she can do this. She's excellent at talking to people. Just think of the huge gigs we'd be having," Brian argued, defending me.