Chapter 36

~ Karlie ~

-          Now what is that and why is my name on it?, I asked as I put my glasses on after we mucked around on the instruments for a while.

-          This my young Lady is a contract., John said.

-          Whoa! What type?, Dee asked.

-          Record!, Bek said looking at the look on Buffy�s face.

-          Whoa! Hold on! That�s a record deal? Ha my ass!, I said in shock.

-          Yes Miss Waterson! At the moment it�s just to record a demo and a couple of songs and depending on what the management thinks then it will go further., John said.

-          What company?, I asked.

-          Not Trans Con!, John laughed.

-          Jive!, Buffy stated.

-          When do we start? I mean with Buffy in here., Dee asked him.

-          In a months time we will start recording but there are some songs I have given Buffy that I would think you girls would like.

-          They ain�t bad either., Buffy added.

-          Okay. Look� I gotta think this over., Dee said.

-          We all do., Bek added.

-          I�m in!, Buffy said and I just looked at her.

-          Count me too�, I sighed.

-          You sure?, Buffy said.

-          I know if I say no, I may regret it for the rest of my life. I�ll give anything a go at least once.

-          If I could jump out of bed I would!, Buffy squealed.

* A Few Hours Later *

-          Bek talk to your parents and if they think we are good they will do something for us., I said to her as Dee and myself walked out of the hospital with the contracts in our hands.

-          How do we know people will like us?, Dee asked.

-          Honestly? No idea!, I said after thinking about it.

-          We could be famous., Bek said slowly.

-          We could also not., Dee said.

-          We don�t know if we are good enough., I added.

-          I don�t know., Dee sighed.

-          You know what let�s not talk about it any more. If it happens it does and if it don�t� well yeah!, I said.

As soon as I dropped Bekah and Dee�s to their place, heck they�re neighbors. I ran into my room and grab my guitar with a pencil and a bunch of papers. I had a few words coming into my head, enough to make a song, but after an hour, it almost didn�t lead no where.

-          �I�m sick of telling you all the time; Of justifying what�s on my mind; I wish you�d make some sense you�re making me mad.�, I sung while strumming my guitar.

-          Shit that sucks!, I added as I started to get frustrated.

-          Not to bad., Ryan said walking into my room.

-          Who let you in?, I said looking at him.

-          Your dad actually., he said while adding a smile.

-          Go dad!, I muttered.

-          Play that again. In our 6 months you haven�t ever played for me., Ryan said sitting in front of me.

-          And you haven�t sung. Don�t go lying saying you guy�s don�t!

-          This is about you not me., he laughed.

-          Well you heard all I got.

-          Play.

-          �I�m sick of telling you all the time; Of justifying what�s on my mind; I wish you�d make some sense.�, I sung.

-          �You�re all over the place.�, he added smiling.

-          �You�re all over the place; You make me feel like I��

-          �Never wanna see your face.�, Ryan sung.

-          �I don�t need to hear the lie�s that you tell; I�m starting to think, I don�t know you that well.�, I sung.

-          How easy is it? You got skill., Ryan asked smiling.

-          It�s ain�t skill it�s desire., I admitted.

-          What?, Ryan asked confused.

-          I want to do this� I desire to do this� I need to do this., I said looking at him.

-          I got a desire but it ain�t for my brain., he said after a few minutes silence.

-          Do you now?, I said smiling before I pulled his face closer to mine.

-          You got it in one!, Ryan laughed before kissing me.

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