Okay, so I forgot to mention that the song in the last chapter was Blow Your Speakers by Big Time Rush. I think I finally worked out the kinks, so I'll be wrapping this up before too long.(: Enjoyy.
The gang was finally reunited after days of tension and anger. Austin and Ally had never been happier. Not only had they gotten over their fighting, a door had opened to an amazing opportunity. That'd show their dads! Ally was gradually growing out of her writers block, and she didn't hesitate to let Crystal know it. She loved the agitated look on her face. She couldn't shake how bad this was for poor Jamie. Her friends and she had been trying to think of a way to help her out. They found themselves talking about it a lot up in the practice room after Ally's shift where they hung out often. Dez and Trish had given their share of ridiculous, off-the-wall schemes that would do more harm than good. Austin wasn't much of a thinker, and Ally just couldn't think of a way to fix this for everyone. One day, while they were sitting around in the practice room, Trish's cell phone rang.
"Helloo?"
"Yes, is this the manager of Austin Moon?"
"Yessss."
"Great. This is Sydney from Brown Evan's office. He'd like to meet with you at your earliest convenience."
"Umm, let me confer with my….managing…team..." Trish blurted into the phone, not knowing the proper thing to say here. "It's Palm Records! They want to meet with Austin!" She half-whispered, covering the phone with her hand. They group gathered around her, eager for more information.
"Yes….. That sounds fantastic! Thanks for calling… bye!" Trish hung up the phone and smiled up excitedly at her friends. "They want to meet tomorrow!" There were high-fives all around, followed by an excited eep from Ally.
"When do we need to go?" she asked, clasping her hands together and grinning at her short friend.
"He said to meet him at some fancy restaurant at noon. I can't remember how to pronounce it. But I worked there, so I know where it is."
"Great! So, all of us should go?"
"That's what the lady told me. Though I really don't see what Dez has to offer here. I think he should stay behind."
"I think Trish should stay behind so she doesn't scare them away." The tall ginger retaliated, prompting an argument between to two.
"GUYS." Austin yelled, interrupting the feud. "Stop fighting! If you do that tomorrow you could ruin everything."
"Fine. I'll just have to keep my distance." Trish noted, side-stepping away from the gangly redhead.
"Fine by me." He replied.
"I'm going to laugh at your wedding one day." Ally teased, causing the two to grimace at the thought Ally had planted in their head. Austin laughed.
"And I'll be saying 'I told you so' at yours." Trish remarked, smirking at her songwriting friend. Ally blushed, "Pshhh, whaaaat?"
"Trish, Ally and I are just friends." Austin said to his manager, hoping she'd drop the subject before she made things uncomfortable.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Ally, let's go decide what we're gonna wear!" Trish said, grabbing her best friend's arm and dragging her out of the practice room.
-The Next Day-
The gang met up at the fanciful eatery wearing their finest of clothes.
"The name's Worthy. Dez Worthy." Dez turned to one side, clutching the sides of his jacket like a secret agent.
"Stop being a dork! You'll turn off the company people!" Trish said, smacking her tall rival on the arm with the back of her hand. "Why did you rent a tuxedo just to eat lunch?"
"When else would I get to dress up like a secret agent? I'm taking advantage of this opportunity."
Trish rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, turning away from the director.
"There he is!" Ally spoke quietly to her friends, gesturing to the man approaching them alongside his assistant. They greeted each other and were seated at a table. After they dined on very pricey, very undersized meals, they talked business.
"So, Mr. Moon, I talked to the CEO, and he thinks it would be a great idea for you to have your whole crew with you." The four friends smiled and kept listening. "So, what do you say?"
"Uhh, yeah!" Austin replied in a non-disrespectful duhh kind of voice.
"Fantastic! Now, before we get started there's this really annoying thing called paperwork. We're gonna need a signature from all your parents since you're under the age of eighteen. You also have to agree to come in when we say and we own your songs. Our marketing department will take over your website and control what gets put up and when. There's lots more so I suggest reading through the contract."
"That's the manager's job!" Dez piped up, putting all the reading off on Trish, who kicked him under the table.
"Great! Well, thank you for meeting with us today. My office will call you to plan our next meeting. Your parents will need to be present." Everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways.
"Guys, I don't know how ready my dad's gonna be to sign this. He's not exactly excited about my career."
"Ah, don't worry. We'll be fine!"
"Wow, how big is this? You just got signed to a real record deal, Austin!" Dez tried to pump up his worried friend.
"Yeah, I guess this is pretty huge. Who knows, maybe dad will be proud of me." The gang expressed their excitement the whole way back to the bus stop.
Hooray, happy, no-more-jerky Austin! Three cheers for friendship! Au revoir.