The Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 12 - A Choice

Chapter 12 - A Choice:

'I... I'd need to think about it...' I trailed off

'Okay,' the man replied.

'Here's my card,' he adds, handing you a business card. I peered at it.

It read: Victory Records

My mouth hung open in shock. How? What?

Before I could say or do anything else, the man had strolled off.

~

By the time I got home, it was around 12pm. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy as hell.

That was a rough night.

From what I could remember, it was a good one. I mean, I did apparently get signed.

Plus the crowd liked my music.

Glancing down groggily, I picked up my phone to see I had a few texts and around 5 missed calls from Amy.

She was probably just worried about whether I got home safely or not. Sighing, I tapped out a quick text back: 'Got home OK x'

I turned my phone off and put it back by my bedside, sticking it on charge.

After the glow of the screen died down, I turned on my side in bed and closed my eyes, giving into exhaustion.

***
Jeremy's POV:

Heading back in with the guys, I slammed the door shut behind me.

We were staying in Neil's apartment, it was only a few weeks now until we were off on our next tour.

I kept glancing anxiously at my phone, wondering if Hannah had got my text. I wanted to know if she was OK.

'You alright, bro?' Neil came over to me, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

'Aye,' was my reply.

'Who you texting?' He asked, god he was nosy.

'A girl,' I replied simply.

That was when Kevin came over, he was wearing a red hat backwards, I wasn't sure whether it was for style or just because he was tired or something.

'What's going on?' Kevin asked with a suspicious raised eyebrow.

'Nothing....' I trailed off, rubbing my eyes.

'Jeremy's got a girlfriend!' Neil exclaimed in a sing song voice.

'I don't!' I whined, 'Seriously guys, can't I just sleep?' I groaned.

'Not until you tell us who this chick is!' They all grinned at each other.

This was going to be another long night of many.

***

Hannah's POV:

I woke up to the sudden bleeping of my phone, who'd be texting me this early?

I rubbed my eyes again, looking at the contact name, 'Jeremy'

The text read:  Hope you got home okay, sleep well xx'

I smiled.  So the text was sent last night, while I was collapsed out in bed?

I decided after a while to send a text back: Yeah, got home OK. Slept well thanks.  X'

Laying back against the cream colored pillows,  I'd thought about the offer I was given last night.  Did I want to accept it? Of course I did! More than anything.

But did I want the fame enough? Could I handle it?

I should consult Amy on this.

~

Soon I was dressed, after a while of trying to pick what to wear.  In the end, I'd chosen a long sleeved black top with a high neck, dark blue jeans and simple ankle boots.

The walk to Amy's house wasn't actually that long.  It took around 15 minutes.

Strolling up to the door, I reached for the doorbell, seeing two figures through the door.  The familiar figure of Amy flung the door open happily and launched herself at me.

'Hey!' Amy squealed,  hugging me tightly.

'Can't... breathe...' I chuckled as she released me.

Amy decided to lean against the living room door.
'So, what's this about?' She asks.

'I have a decision to make,' I paced up and down the tiled kitchen floor.

'Okay.... you want a drink or anything before we talk about this?'  Was the reply.

'Tea please,' I murmered, it was freezing in here.

I glanced over as Amy got two mugs out and began making the tea, I could hear the kettle boiling and I could see the clear crystal water bubbling,  'So what's this about? Explain.' Was all she said.

'Well.... last night at an open mic gig I was attending, this guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to be signed by Victory Records...'  I bit my lip, trailing off.

'You want to know if you should do it,' She stated, it wasn't a question.

'Um... Yeah...' I say hesitantly.

There was a silence before Amy's voice was heard, 'YES! GO FOR IT!' She squealed.

I grinned at her, 'You really think I should do this?' I asked.

'Yeah! It's what you've wanted since you were younger, Hannah!' My friend piped up.

Fishing the business card out my pocket, I glanced at the number and then my phone.

'Let's Do This.'