"We are very sorry to inform you, but you didn't get chosen," said the organizer for the Battle of the Bands.
All five of us, meaning Steve, Adam, Cassie, Naomi, and myself, boldly stared at the man in disbelief. Naomi was the first one of us to respond.
"Are you kidding me!?" she growled at him. "These guys were easily the best band playing tonight! Were you too busy paying attention to that stick up your ass to hear them?"
Naomi made to leap at the man but Adam wrapped an arm around her waist just in time.
The man watched her for a moment in complete shock at her rather violent reaction. Soon after, he cleared his throat and said, "I would have to agree with you but there were certain...circumstances that made you unelligable to win this year."
Steve's eyes narrowed. "What kind of circumstances?"
"Well, uh..." the man stammered, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of Steve's harsh gaze. Even when I saw him use that particular stare, I felt like running. I was impressed this guy wasn't.
"Is 'scouted' a good enough circumstance for you?" Came a voice from behind the petrified director. Soon after, a short Italian man in his mid-thirties stepped into view. He was wearing a cream suit with a black undershirt and was holding out what appeared to be a business card. I reached out and grabbed it. Looking down, the card read "Screech Lizard Records" with a picture of a lizard wearing shades and its tongue sticking out boardering the edge of the label.
The man backed away and beamed at us before saying, "I'm Thomas Leoni of Screech Lizard Records. Call me either Tom or Tico, I go by both. I'm here to offer you a contract with our company. We're not very large but we've been known to push out a good band or two. What do you say?"
Before any of us could answer, much less think of what we thought of the sudden proposal, Cassie blurted, "No."
I turned to look at her. Without meaning to, I snapped at her, "And why not?"
Immediately afterwords I regretted it. Cassie looked up at me with her eyes wide with surprise. Her mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to speak but couldn't. Just as tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes, she dropped her gaze. "I can't," she mumbled before running down the hall and out of the building.
"Cassie!" I called after her. "Wha-?"
I turned to look at Steve. "Did I miss something?"
Steve only shrugged, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. It was painfully obvious I wasn't going to get any answers here. Somehow I ended up looking at Adam and Naomi who both adorned looks of confusion and concern.
"Is she okay?" Adam asked.
I shook my head. "Your guess is as good as mine." Returning my gaze to where I last saw Cassie, I watched the hall as if I expected her to reappear. What was going on?
As I deliberated in my head all the possible things I could have done to cause Cassie to react that way, I suddenly had an epiphany. I turned around to speak to Tico.
Before I could get to saying anything, Steve spoke up.
"Could we call you about this later? This is kind of sudden anyway and I think we need time to think things through before we decide to join a record label. Is that alright with you?"
The confidence Steve excuded seemed to startle Tico for a moment, apparently having forgotten that seventeen year olds have what it takes to act adult. He stumbled over his words for a moment before asking, "Do you have my number?"
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Love Made MusicTeen Fiction
Shawn is the lead guitarist and the backup vocalist of the band WashOut that he started as a freshman with his friends Steve (bass) and Adam (drums) and his girlfriend Stephanie as the lead vocalist. But before their senior year when their band is f...