I know I still have a whole lot of stories that I have been working on and still haven't finished, but I got this idea earlier on and it just wouldn't leave me alone until I had the first chapter written, anyways, I now present to you the very first chapter of "Mama's Radio". As per usual, I have no idea where the story is going or how long that is going to last, but enjoy!
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Enjoy!
P.S. The title comes from a song by a singer called Anthony McBrien, he is definitely worth a listen to on YouTube, especially this song.
EPOV
"Are you for real?" I asked, staring at my manager as if he had two heads.
"Yes, Eric. I am completely for real. I think that writing an biography would be a great move for you, and you have received numerous offers over the past while from several different publishing companies, I think that you should seriously consider it" Harry said.
"No. There is no way in hell that I will be writing an autobiography. I want to keep my private life … well, you know – private" I replied, in a considerably calmer tone, while running a stressed hand through my hair – to say that it had been a long time would be an understatement of the century, or year (ha ha).
"I hear what you are saying Eric, but you have been around the country music scene for seven years now, and you are the guy that the media credits with bringing country music to the town. You are a phenomenal song writer and it's something that not a lot of younger country singers have done" Harry encouraged, seemingly convinced that this was going to be a good idea.
I, however, wasn't so convinced by that.
"What happens in twenty years then?" I asked.
"What about twenty years?" Harry answered.
"Whenever I am at the end of my career, and they want me to do another biography?" I questioned.
"Well that is simple enough Eric. In this biography you write about the first twenty five years of your life – which would bring you up to where you are currently standing, and then if you want to release a second one in twenty or thirty, even forty years on from now, you could write about what happens from now on up to wherever you are at the time of writing the second book" Harry said, with a small smile on his face, and presumably he was thinking that he might be wearing me down with all of his sensible and well-reasoned arguments.
"What about the fact that Eric is an absolutely useless writer? I mean, he can write music but that is about it" interrupted a voice from behind, and I turned around to see my younger sister Pam standing there in all of her flashy gear, looking as bored as usual.
"Why thank you for all of your encouragement, Pam. But, all joking aside, you do have a valid point. I can't write anything decent to save my life unless it's a song" I said.
"Well then why don't you get someone to write it for you?" Harry said.
"So I won't actually have to do any writing at all in this biography of mine?" I questioned, sounding a little sceptical about it.
"You will be involved, you just don't have to worry about putting anything down into proper sentences, let alone a book" Harry said, and I thought about that for a moment.
"Can I sleep on it and then get back to you on it. I'm undecided – I mean, it's not a complete no, now that I know I don't actually have to do any of the writing myself, but then again you – the both of you know how much that I value my privacy" I said slowly, carefully thinking about each and every word that was coming out of my mouth before I said it, which was a nuance for me, I did have to say.
"Certainly, Eric. Take all of the time that you need on this – trust me whenever I say that these deals aren't going anywhere anytime soon. All of these publishing companies are desperate for you to work with them.
"I will think about it, Harry. Pam are you ready to go?" I asked her, standing up. The two of us had lunch reservations made at a local restaurant that we loved to go to whenever I got some time off, and this time my girlfriend, Lorena was also accompanying us, which would surely make for an interesting date, considering the fact that Lorena and Pam weren't exactly keen on each other.
Well, come to think of it none of my family or friends were keen on her, but she was my girl and I loved her, and had done for over two years now.
"If I must. I suppose it is time that Toad Face and I came face to face once again. But, I warn you that I will not be held responsible for my actions if she even so much makes one little snarky comment to me, casts one dirty look or even so much attempts to look down her snivelly, snotty little nose at me there will be war" Pam said, straightening the pencil skirt she was wearing before following me out of the room.
"Oh, Eric?" I heard Harry call.
"What?" I said, sticking my nose back into the room.
"I wish you the very best of luck with those two. I get the feeling that you might be needing it" Harry chuckled.
"You are an ass" I laughed right back along with him before heading out to what could only be the most stressful lunch that was ever known to man.
So … what are we thinking of the first chapter? Review to send me your thoughts, and hopefully Sookie will be introduced within the next few chapters, as well as Lorena! :)