| Chapter Nine I grabbed my purse from the side table as well and headed out the door. I walked down the hallway past all the rooms. I passed up Dawn and Scott's room and watched it as I passed. I exited the hotel and caught a cab to Simon's office. We finally reached our destination and I got out, paid the driver, and headed up the walkway to his office. I pulled open the heavy door and a little bell chimed. I smiled a little, trying to ease the butterflies in my stomach. Simon looked up from behind his desk and smiled at me. "Well, hello, Whitney. Come, sit down." He motioned at the chair that sat in front of his desk. I went around the front of the chair and sat. "So, what brings you here today?" "Hmm, I wonder," I joked. He smiled a bit. "No, seriously...I have been thinking about the whole contract thing and I sort of think its a good idea." Simon's face brightened. "That's wonderful," he told me. He pulled open his drawer in front of him and rummaged through it. He pulled out a packet of paper. "It's been waiting for you," he smiled as he handed it to me. I took it from him, my hands shaking a bit. I flipped up the first page and began to read a little bit. "Wow," I breathed. "All for me." "Yes. All for you. The figures there," he said, pointing to a large number on the packet, "are what you get to record your first album. This is what you get for a video. This is for a tour, but most of these numbers will either increase or decrease depending on how you do." I looked up at him from reading. "You mean if I'm not a success I could lose money?" I asked. Simon leaned back in his chair a bit. "Weeeelll...technically, yes," he said. "But I'm sure we won't have to worry about that, now will we?" I smiled a bit. I was thinking in my head, how could this possibly work? What if I totally bomb it? "How much confidence do you have in me that I'll actually be a success without Dawn with me?" I timidly asked. "We have a lot of confidence in you, Whitney," Simon said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. "If we didn't have enough confidence in you as a solo artist, we wouldn't have asked you to resign under the label." I nodded and continued reading. I read for about another fifteen or twenty minutes until my eyes were tired and I couldn't find anything terribly wrong with the contract. "Okay," I said. "Looks good to me." "Great," Simon said. "Now all there is to do is to scribble your signature on almost all the pages, and its a done deal." I took a deep breath. He pulled out his desk drawer again and reached in and got a new pen. He handed it to me and I slowly took it from hi. I set the contract booklet on the desk and twisted the pen open. Chapter Ten... |