"Hey Mitchie! Where are you?" Caitlyn asked impatiently.

"Cait! Hey, we're still on our way, but we're almost there."

"Okay, hurry up. Jase and Nate wont leave me alone about what I have to tell them, and im afraid I might crack," she explained.

"We'll be there as soon as we can," I promised.

"'Kay, bye," she hung up.

"What is it with Caitlyn and hanging up on me?" I asked out loud, a little annoyed.

Shane chuckled lightly, although I could tell he was trying not to.

"Shane," I whined. "Could you possibly go any slower?"

"Sure Mitch. I'll try."

"Ugh! Just hurry up!" I groaned, and he did.


"So, guys," Caitlyn started shakily. "Now that you're all here, I have some news I have to tell you. Its up to you really, but its an option if you consider it. You don't have to say yes, and if you decide you need some time, that's fine too, or if you don't want to do it at all, I suppose since it is your life…" Caitlyn rambled.

I cleared my throat.

"Wha-" she turned around. "Oh! Right. Well, you know how I posted "Play My Music" on my blog a couple days ago?"

All three of them nodded.

"Well, I got an email from this producer at Galaxy Records, which I think you guys might be interested in reading," she continued.

No one said a word. No one moved. Im pretty sure no one was thinking either.

It wasn't until a couple minutes later that they started processing what Caitlyn had just said.

"Ca-can we see it?" Nate asked nervously.

Caitlyn didn't reply. Instead, she clicked on her email and opened the message she ahd received.

Dear Miss Gellar.

This isn't how we usually work here, at Galaxy Records, but extraordinary events call for extraordinary responses I suppose.
I write to you today regarding the song you posted on your blog a couple days ago. We don't usually pursue new bands, or producers, its usually the other way around, but in this case, we 'stumbled' across your song unintentionally. Apparently my daughter was aimlessly wandering the internet, when she came across your blog, and she thought I should hear the song, which leads to my co-workers hearing it as well, and after much consideration we decided we should contact you.
The page visits and downloads show an amazing audience response, specially considering the short time it's been available, and we'd love to hear more from you…

"Please tell me this isn't a joke Caity," Nate begged, not daring to look away form the screen, in case it disappeared.

"You really think I'd joke about something like this?" she asked, hurt evident in her voice.

No one moved. Shane was immobile next to me, and Jason, well I presume he hasn't even got past the first line, but even he could guess what was going on.

"So, what exactly is it he wants?" Shane asked.

"He wants to hear more songs basically. I told him you didn't have any recorded material and he said it was fine, you guys could have as much time as you wanted, and would be given a producer if you needed one, or you could keep me, whatever you guys want," she explained, and I could hear the hope in her voice.

"And, if he likes it?" Nate asked this time.

"From what I understand, you guys will get a record deal. Apparently, you could become the next big thing."

"Will you still be our producer Caitlyn?" Jason asked, not looking away form the screen.

Both Nate and Shane immediately turned to look at him.

"Uh," Caitlyn started uncomfortably. "I wouldn't mind doing it, but its more of a group thing Jase. Nate, Shane and you have to make those kinds of decisions together," she said softly, I could tell how hard it was for her to decline.

This time Jason looked up at Nate, expectantly.

"Uhm, I guess I'm fine with it. Will you do it Caity?" Nate said.

"It's up to Shane," she replied shyly.

Shane didn't look very comfortable, being the one to decide. I had the impression he'd like Caitlyn to do it, but at the same time, someone professional, with more experience, and I couldn't blame him. But he knew better than that, I hoped. Or I'd have to seriously injure him for hurting Caitlyn.

"Yeah, Caitlyn. You should totally do it!" he said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but I could tell he was just trying to be a good friend.

After that, I just waited around for them to finish, so I could go home. I heard Shane say he had a couple songs they could play, and Nate too, but I mostly occupied my time with magazines or whatever I found lying around. When they were done, Jason and Nate went to Jason's house, and came up to me and offered to take me home since Caitlyn was busy with some things.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I'm just thinking about everything, really. its going to affect your life, Shane. A lot."

"I know," he replied, but he sounded like he was lost in his thoughts.

We were almost half way through, and neither of us had said a word still, and it startled me when he suddenly did.

"So, what do you think of Connect 3?"

"What?" I asked. I was still lost in my own thoughts.

"I said, what do you think of Connect 3. For the band."

"Oh. Where'd you get it from?" I asked curiously.

"Jason," he groaned. "And Nate and I didn't really have any good ideas."

"I like it. It's… different."

"I hope you mean good different," he turned around and smiled.

"I do."

We didn't really talk about anything after that. Just a couple words here and there, about nothing in particular until we got home. I got out, and waved Shane goodbye before going into the house.

"Mom! I'm home!" I shouted, not really sure where she was.

"Okay sweetie! I'll call you when dinners ready!"