Hello all, this is my new story; read it or don't~
© Copyright 2012 to Evanescence67
A stingy bar.
Why was I here? Why were any of us here?
"Lacey, you with us?" I see two fingers snap in front of my face.
They belong to my friend and fellow bandmate, Jeremy, attempting to get my attention for the millionth time.
Still, it's all so surreal. How can this be happening?
Six months ago, we were in a filthy club; the opening band, playing our first show. I was so nervous I could barely manage to keep eye contact with the twelve-person audience...Now this.
Not even 65 shows later and here we are; we're being offered a record deal.
"And here are the contracts...if you'll just sign here," the lady points to the packets she has just presented in front of us, "and here," she points to another location, "initial here, on the back, and..." she flips it the other side, "once more signature here, we'll be on our way...to the top" she finishes with a smile.
I stare at the form. "Battered Rose Records" it reads on the top.
"If you guys are sure..." I look around for approval, only to be met with the bewildered expressions of four others.
Finally, Daniel, lead guitarist and the bravest one in the lot of us, picked up a pen, mumbled a "hey, what do we got to lose?", and scrawled his name on the intended dotted line.
Well, what did we have to lose? We were a bunch of 12- and 13-year-old kids. We didn't have a future; half of us didn't even plan on leaving this small, hole-in-the-wall town we were forced to call home. This just might be our only way out.
After a few more moments, pens began to fill the air.
First, Abbey, rhythm guitar extraordinaire; then Jeremy, the bassist; and eventually James, the band's little drummer boy.
I was last up, and only after reading every single line (including the fine print) at least twice, I dared to pick up my pen.
The lady we had come to know as Emily, quickly collected the contracts, glanced over them briefly, finished her drink; and walked out the door.
We sat there collectively, and after two hours, lots of sweat, and even some tears, our little band of Astoria, Oregon; Makeshift Innocence, left that stingy little bar with an official record deal.
© Copyright 2012 to Evanescence67
Part two coming soon...
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