The Night We Meet

July 21 2016: Not So Frantastic Monday...(pt 3) -It All Comes Down To This...

We got to the lobby and the lady nodded like she knew Trevor well. Trevor checked us in under his name and the lobby assistant nodded and said "I think you know the way." Trevor nodded and swiped his card and we back.

Still was still hand-in-hand with me in comfort... So, something tells me that he thinks it's something more.

We got to a recording room and Trevor nodded and knocked. A pretty, about 28 or 29, answered the door. Trevor dropped my hand. "Hey Trev. How are ya?" She said with a slight southern accent.

"Good, good." He said.

"Come on in." She said. We walked in and she smiled and we walked in to a huge recording room and I was in awe.

Wow...

"Here, take a seat." She said sitting next to a younger girl who looked like an assistant. I placed my guitar next to a seat at the table and my bag on a seat. "So, officially, I am Libby. And you must be Sydney?" She said extending her right hand to me.

"Yes ma'am. I'm Sydney." And the next thing I knew my Hilary Duff 'So Yesterday' ringtone started going off. I let go of her hand. 'Uhm... I'm sorry..."

This would only happen to me...

"Trust, I understand. You can answer it if you need to..." I nodded and excused myself. Of couse, it was my mother:

Me: "Hello?"

Mom: "Honey? Where are you?"

Me: "You didn't get my note that was on the counter? I'm with my friend Trevor at his producers' office. He told them about me and they wanted to meet me."

Mom: "I don't know if that is a good idea."

Me: "Uhm, mom.. I am kind of already here."

Mom: "I know, but..."
Me: "Okay, mom. How long have I have been into music?"

Mom: "Since you were about two, but."

Me: "Right, And what's my one, biggest dream in the world?"

Mom: "To be a musician, but..."

Me: "And what have told that I have talent in?"

Mom: "Singing, but..."

Me: "Mom, I don't think there is a but with this. I know that you work at Sony Records, but a lot YouTuber's are signed to Backplane Music and this might be my big break. I am eighteen and I think I can do this... Please let me do this, if I get this deal I could make a single... And EP... An album. I am already a semi-famous YouTuber, why can't I try this? This is my one shot... I am done with High School, so why not? This could be..."

Mom: "HONEY!!! Why are you still on the phone with me? Don't you have a producer to be to be impressing? Go get them my little rock star!!"

Me: "Thank you mom, you won't regret this."

I hung up the phone and walked back in the room. "Hi, I am so sorry."

"It's cool." Libby said sitting down next to Trevor at the table.

"Okay. So, how long have you been interested in music for?"

"Well, my mom has a video of my fooling around with a little toy drum attempting to sing a song. But I got my first guitar for my birthday when I was eight. I tried playing it, but my hands were too small so I put it down for a few years and picked it up at age twelve and that's when I wrote my first song." I told her.