Page 14 of Broken Melody
“Yes, sir,” I tell him and the others echo the same response. When we do so I swear Jace seems to breathe easier.
“Alright then, it’s been a long day and I’ll let you all go, but I’d like to meet back here in two days to go over your new contracts. Regardless of who joins the group, revisions are needed. I’ll send amendments to Jace by the end of business tomorrow so you all can discuss a day before we meet. Any opposition? Ok, hearing none, that’s the plan. Questions?”
“Any insight on what the amendment will dictate?” Rocco asks.
“Just rehearsal requirements, your touring obligations, the dates new material needs to be ready to go and released…that kind of thing. What I think you’d expect given this change.”
We all nod because what else can we do?
“And I’m glad most of you like Sailor as much as I do. There may be reasons to look at others. I’ll weigh that over too. I’ll sleep on it and discuss that with Jace in the morning. I want to make sure that our choice and decision is one we all can support one hundred percent before we proceed. Your cooperation is imperative if we’re to succeed. The smoother this change occurs, the better we will all be. Got it?”
“Understood,” Rocco says answering for all of us.
“Good. I’ll be in touch,” he says clearly dismissing us. We’re all silent as we take the elevator down to the first floor and wait to speak until we leave the building.
“Unbelievable,” Henley says. “She was unbelievable. We lucked out. I can’t believe they found her in a fucking bar,” he says.
“Yeah, I know we’ve been opposed to this, but my god, when I heard Mad sing with her, I could suddenly picture how great this could be,” Rocco says. “I think this is going to be a really good thing for us.”
“I hope so,” Nixon says. “Plus, anyone that can give Mad back some of his shit, has my vote.”
“No kidding,” Rocco says with a laugh and they all agree.
I merely smirk at their comments, aware that I have my work cut out for me. I revisit my interactions with her. She flat out threw that drink in my face and even came back with a mom joke. Who is that woman? What’s her story? Where did she come from? With that talent, why didn’t she ever do anything with it? Many questions keep filtering through my mind and one thing is clear, I’m not going to be able to keep up this shitty attitude with her, because otherwise those questions won’t get answered.
Even as the devil on my right shoulder concocts my next steps, the annoying angel on my left shoulder reminds me of what I just heard. Her sound…our sound…how easy, natural, and good it sounded. I know that this is going to be nothing less than an uphill struggle. Immediately, I begin constructing my plan.
