Apartment below

Chapter 15

Sabrina

"What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow I wish I could be there now" Peyton finished the concert like every others, the fireworks and the lights dimming as the floor sunk down lower until we were under the stage

"Perfect mate! Well done guys" a man in a think Australian accent took the microphone off him, stepping aside for us to get backstage "how many shows is that now?" I ask him

"That was the 17th" Peyton chuckled. 17 shows? That's gone quickly. We got to the backstage, a man with a briefcase stopping me from continuing on with Peyton "Miss Carpenter, we'd like to talk, if that's okay?" He asked, gesturing to the man beside him

My eyes flickered over to Peyton worriedly. He gave me a soft smile and a nod "u-uh sure" I give them a fake smile. "Perfect, we'll just go in here" he opened a door for me to go into a spare dressing room

I sat down at the table, my heart sinking into my chest slightly as a I realised Peyton wasn't coming in the room with us. "We work for Hollywood records, I believe you know we were coming to observe the show?" One of them asked

I nodded, "Yea I did" I replied softly. "Great...since the release of hold tight we've been wanting to reach out about contracts and such..." he trailed off, opening his briefcase and putting papers in front of me

"This is the exact contract Mr Meyer is on..it requires you to produce at least 5 albums with us before you can switch records or stop making music..after the 5 are up, we can renew the contract or go separate ways. We will help you with songwriting, producing, and promoting you as an artist. You will have the opportunity of a tour, similar to this one, if that's what you'd want, as well as regular concerts and festival sort of things" he summarised it

"Now it's been brought to my attention by Mr Meyer that you're a bit..unsure..of whether you want to sign the contract or not. We understand, it's a tough decision. If you sign it, then we'll give you everything you need to be a successful artist, if you decide to turn down the contract, we will leave, and after the tour you'll return back to your career in dance.." the other man stated

I sucked in a breath, my eyes scanning over the paper in front of me. He placed a pen down beside me, picking it up I scribbled my name at the bottom of the sheet, as well as a signature "Perfect! You really won't regret it, Miss Carpenter" the man took the contract and put it back in his briefcase

I nodded, a small smile on my face, "you can continue on this tour for as long as you please, you can also write and record while your on the tour if that's okay with Mr Meyer, other then that we will pick things up once you return to LA" he informed me

I nodded, "thank you so much" I replied. They stood up from the table "No problem, we look forward to working with you" they both shook my hand, disappearing into the busy backstage "Sabrina! Peyton had to leave back to the hotel for a meeting, we've arranged a car to take you to the hotel" Amir, Peytons manager, guided me to a car parked out the back of the venue

I thanked him, sitting patiently watching out the window until the driver pulled up to the hotel "here we are, Miss" the driver spoke from the front seat "thank you! Have a nice night!" I replied happily as the door opened

I stepped out, "Sabrina! Sabrina over here!" A few photographers shouted "Omgsh! It's Sabrina Carpenter!" I heard a group of girls squeal from beside them

"Sorry girls, Peyton's already inside I think" I smile to them. They jumped around excitedly, "we're here to see you!" One of them replied. My heart melted "Miss, this way" a bodyguard tried to usher me into the hotel

I brushed past him, stepping over to the girls and giving them all a hug "it's so lovely to meet you girls!" I smile enthusiastically, taking pictures with them. They squeal again "thank you so much!" They bursted

"Make sure to tag me in them, I'll try reply!" I blow them a kiss before heading inside the hotel foyer. I follow the man taking me to the elevator, pushing the floor we were on and waiting patiently

"Have a good night, Miss" the bodyguard spoke, leaving as I opened the door..