Still don't own it! So, here we are in Dallas. Sorry if you wanted the record meeting with Permanent in this chapter, I figured one record-label moment in a chapter was enough, and I wanted a girls-only scene anyways. Without further ado, I present, chapter 7:

****FLASHBACK****

The last week of break flew by. Tommy and Oliver were apartment hunting in Boston in case the record deal went through, but Felicity was to busy to go with them often. She, Thea, and Sara had their last semesters at MIT, Harvard, and Northeastern, respectively, coming up, and all of the chaos with the band and her-was it a relationship?- meant Felicity needed some time to get herself together. Nyssa was generally busy with running the Dojo she had taken over after her father died, and Laurel had work at the P.R. Firm, but the five girls found a chance to get together for lunch on Wednesday.

"So." Laurel started, sipping a mid-day martini, "You and the boys?"

Felicity groaned.

"You do know that's not gonna be pretty if you get signed and break up right?"

"I know, I know. But, I mean...It's been a while. Like, since Cooper-freshman-year a while. And they're very sweet." Felicity smiled, thinking of the dinner-and-movie date they'd had on Sunday, and the kisses they dropped amongst themselves when they saw each other Monday and Tuesday. "And hey!" She suddenly defended herself, "having a manager and P.R. person dating could end pretty badly to y'know." Sara made the "oooooh!" noise while Nyssa laughed softly.

Laurel rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at her sister. "Yeah yeah, you're right." She shifted her attention to Thea in revenge. "What about you. You're in a non band-related relationship, how's that going?" she questioned, ignoring Sara's noise of indignation. The five women continued to chatter until they had to separate, reminding each other about the meeting, 10 AM sharp, Sunday, Permanent Records.

****END FLASHBACK****

The Dallas show went well, in part, Felicity suspected, because they knew Mr. Wells was in the audience and they wanted to make a good impression on their new studio head. The next morning, Oliver, Tommy, Thea, Sara, and Felicity piled into a car he had sent, while Laurel and Ted rode with Digg.

"You don't have to come, its just a meeting," Oliver had said to John. The bodyguard had rolled his eyes.

"It's my job to protect you guys. Just because there are no cameras or screaming fans doesn't mean there won't be any danger."

Oliver had protested a bit, but Thea had coaxed him into agreeing. It was a party of 8, therefore, who rolled up to Star Labs' Dallas office. Roy had amps to fine-tune and Lyla, according to Digg, had woken up feeling nauseous. Oliver buzzed the door of the office suite, and it swung open immediately as a red-haired woman stormed out.

"He's in a mood today," warned Carrie Cutter as she barged through them.

Digg watched her go, then turned his head to the thin, bespectacled, black-haired man who was standing in the doorway rubbing his forehead. Harrison Wells stepped back a bit to let them in, then lead the whole group to a conference room. They all sat down besides Diggle, who stood utterly still in a corner, and Wells started to speak.

"I'm sorry about that. Ms. Cutter's show Friday evening didn't do as well as we had hoped, so she's been in a bit of a mood. But we'll get back to that later. Right now, let's talk about the Pretty Rich."

Ted spoke first, as agreed, and for the next hour or so, they talked about what the band had done so far.

"It is very impressive." Wells said. "Signed in early January, album in late March, 3 #1's in April and May, started a cross-country tour in mid-June. And three of you finished your degrees in that time. Yes, quite amazing indeed. However, I was wondering what you had planned for the future. Tommy and Oliver, you own a club if I'm not mistaken, what are you planning to do with that?"

It was Tommy who replied. "We still have partial ownership of the place, but it has pretty much been turned over to our friend, Quentin. We decided back in January that if we were going to do the band thing, we would be all in. We trust Q to run the place, and we're thinking of selling it all to him. He was our manager back when we started, so he certainly knows the place well."

Wells nodded. "So you're definitely planning on a second album."

"Absolutely." said Felicity. "The people we've met since this started, the tour, everything else has been really inspiring and I've already started on a couple of songs."

"And I've been looking at a calendar." Ted added. "The tour will be over in late August. If they take some well-deserved time off in the fall, The Pretty Rich's sophomore album could still come out by this time next year."

"Excellent." replied Wells. "Now, I understand that you," he nodded at Felicity, "are generally the songwriter, and that the rest of the band does the music."

Felicity nodded, but put in, "Thea has actually been doing some songs lately. She's got a really great one called 'Here/Not' that she showed me the other day. I'd say it deserves to be on the album."

"We'll consider it," said Wells. "What you need to understand is that here at Star Labs, we like to mix it up sometimes, have our artists help each other out. Carrie Cutter, for example, hasn't been doing so well lately. If you choose to stay on with us, you'll end up with her on one or two of your tracks. Maybe another will have Huntress B, or The Reverse."

There was silence, and Diggle tensed, noticing the looks that the band members exchanged. Sara, especially, looked livid at the idea of someone bashing into her old roomie's work. It was Laurel, ever the diplomat, who finally spoke up.

"That would certainly be an interesting combination Mr. Wells," she stated. "As the head of P.R. for the Pretty Rich, I must say that it would be a project to create a campaign for both Carrie's audience and theirs."

Wells laughed a bit. "Well dear, you could stay on as part of the team, but we like to keep things in-house here. The Pretty Rich would be assigned a head of public relations from our team, as well as a general manager of course." he stated, nodding to Ted as he finished.

Diggle was worried he would have to physically restrain Sara from hurting Wells, but Oliver jumped in before he could with a quick, "Thank you for your time Mr. Wells, you've certainly given us a lot to think about. "

"Of course, of course!" Wells replied, standing to show them out. "I understand it is a big change from the independence you had before at Permanent, but give it some time and I'm sure the idea will start to settle." On that note, they all trooped out of the building and into the cars, where Thea checked her phone and promptly burst into tears.