Trying hard to reach out
But, when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away
"Hello, Miss. Ginny Weasley. I am Mr. Draco Malfoy, head of Wizard Records. We had heard about you and we would like to sign you. I know this is sudden but we have received many letters from our undercover scouts about you. You seem to be quite the new discovery for them. And for me to. You have quite a voice."
"Are you serious?" Ginny said in a completely shocked yet ecstatic voice.
"Yes. I am very serious. Would you consider doing it? Wizard Records would be proud to call you one of our singers."
"Of course. But, how did you hear about me, again?"
"Let's just say a little owl told me when he came to rest on my windowsill. Or should I say many of them."
"Ok," Ginny said agreeing, perhaps just to get on his good side, but also perhaps just because she didn't know what else to say.
"If you would walk down the street with me, I believe we could seal the deal."
"All right," Ginny said as she walked over to the door with Mr. Draco Malfoy, Head of Wizard Records behind her.
The pair walked down the street in silence. The only sounds that were heard were from around them. As the silence continued Ginny grew increasingly nervous.
"Ah, here we are," said Mr. Draco Malfoy as they stopped in front of a big building. He walked slowly up the stairs and into the main foyer.
Ginny looked around and even though she was used to this type of display of riches she was still in awe of it all at times.
Mr. Malfoy stopped and talked to a secretary and then led her straight into his office. When they arrived, there were four other men in the room. Draco walked to the head of the table and sat down.
"Wizards, this is Miss. Ginerva Weasley. We have all heard of her, through many little birds on our windowsills," Draco said winking as he said the last part. "Tonight, I heard her sing myself and I can verify that she can sing, in my opinion, better than Celestina Warbeck. Therefore, I can see that if we had someone like her associated with Wizard Records, it would be a great advantage to us. But, before we continue, could you introduce yourselves to our most important guest?"
In turn the men stood up and introduced himself.
"I am Gregory Alcernon and I am in charge of marketing," said the man in the navy blue robes.
"I am, Barry Maisoui, I am in charge of recording and assembling bands for the singers," said the man in the turquoise robes.
"I am Sebastian Moon, I am in charge of style and overall image," said the man in the violet robes.
"And, I am Theodore Turin, and I am in charge of design for albums, tour posters, things like that," said the fourth and final wizard who was wearing teal robes.
"Now that you know who of these men are, would please take a seat Ginny? May I call you Ginny?" asked Draco while pointing at a nice soft chair like all the rest.
"You may," Ginny replied in a slightly shy voice as she took her appointed seat.
"All right then. Let's begin shall we?" Draco said as he took his seat next to her. "I believe we have some things to further discuss if you recall. As you already know, we wish to sign you to a contract with us. You'd be the newest and hottest sensation that we've seen for years."
"Uh, wow," Ginny said somewhat intelligently.
"We definitely need to discuss your contract and what it contains," he said pausing to hand Ginny the parchment that would be her contract if she so chose to sign it. "You would be entitled to a million galleons just for signing the contract and recording your first single. After that, if all goes well, and we are very confident that it will, you will do some public appearances and then begin your album. After you album debuts, we would set up a concert tour. All of this would take only about eighteen months."
"Only?" Ginny asked.
"Yes. You are young, fairly decent looking, and with our team of experts you will be the next big thing."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
"Wow. I really don't know what to say."
"Say you'll sign it. It's all completely legal and after your two year contract is up you can quit."
"Right now? Can't I have a moment or two to think about it?"
"All right. You can think in the adjoining chamber if you so choose. We can give you fifteen minutes."
"I suppose," Ginny said meekly.
Ginny walked to the chamber and instantly began to think over what had already been proposed to her. It was mind-boggling. She couldn't see a reason not to do it. It's not like there was anyone holding her back. She was just a journalist. The Daily Prophet could easily find someone to replace her.
"Hmmm," Ginny mused aloud, "let's rethink this. I have no close family ties that would object, I have no boyfriend, and my employer can easily replace me so I have no choice but to accept this offer. I'd be stupid not to accept it, right? Right."
Ginny left the room and five very tense looking men looked up at her each with an anxious look on his tense face.