"Hey, Bob-o! You gotta hear this guy! he's got something!" Ritchie exclaimed.
"Oh, come on Ritchie, we've got things to do..." Bob groaned.
"Yeah, like check into a hotel! Come on. Please?" Ritchie begged. Zeke stood behind the two, feeling a little shy and awkward. Bob sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I guess... Let it be quick though." Ritchie squealed with delight.
"Come on, Zeke. Here's the guitar, now play." Zeke grabbed the guitar. He played how he played to Ritchie. He and Bob watched Zeke while he played the short fragment of the song that could be.
"It's not bad." Bob shrugged. "It needs work but it's not bad. Hell, Del-fi wouldn't hurt gettin' some extra dough. I'll get some forms you can mail to Los Angeles. We'll let you know if we want you to come in for a demo." Zeke almost fell to the floor. There were so many things happening for him and in such a short time. Ritchie hung out with him for a while before going to the hotel for the night. He said goodbye, and that if it didn't work he would want to be penpals.
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The Contract
Fanfiction*Had Ritchie Lived* Ritchie plays at a sock hop and runs into Chris Montez again(Look it up). Chris again says how much he wishes to be a singer and Ritchie agrees to see Chris backstage after the show to see how he plays. Ritchie likes how he sound...
