Hello! I know, I left you guys hanging on a cliff last time. Sorry. But I think that most of you will be surprised at who the important man is. Enjoy!
I couldn't even believe who was at the door. It was Derrick Evans, the owner of Evans' Records which is one of the biggest record companies in Illea. He was a middle aged man with brown hair and brown eyes. He was pretty fit and taller than me. He had on jeans, a t-shirt with some band on it, and, a black jacket.
"Hello, are you America Singer?" Me! He looking for me!
"Yes, I am America Singer. How may I help you?"
"Well, I am Derrick Evans. I would like to talk to you about a few things involving music."
"Of course! Would you come in?"
"Yes, thank you." We walked into the sitting room. My mom came in and she looked shocked because of who was in our home.
"Oh, Mr. Evans, this is my mother Magda."
He walked over to my mom and gave her a handshake, "Hi, I'm Derrick Evans. Nice to meet you. I was just about to talk to America about something."
"Would you like anything to eat or drink, Mr. Evans?" My mom asked.
"No, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. Also, you both can call me just Derrick." He sat back down and my mom sat next to me.
"So, let me explain why I am here today. I was wondering, America, do you currently have a job?"
"No, why?" I was a bit confused. He wants to know if I have a job or not. Why would he care?
"I know you are a singer. I have heard of your singing talents from people here and there since the end of the Selection. If you could, would you audition to possibly sign a record deal with Evans' Records? Think about it, you could become a celebrity!"
Oh my god, "Of course. I would love to audition!"
"Just one last thing. Magda, is this okay with you?"
"Yes, this will be a great opportunity for America." My mom gave me a smile. This would be a great opportunity for our family, not just me.
"Great! I can send a private airplane to come pick you up next Sunday."
"A private airplane?" Where was this audition?
"Oh, the audition is in Angeles. I should also mention that if you do sign with Evans' Records, that's where you will have to live, since that would make everything easier. Of course, you could bring your family if you like."
I couldn't believe it. I had to go back to Angeles! That's where Maxon would be. Dread came over me. I did want this record deal. I could be a famous singer! You know what, I'm not going to let Maxon stop me from fulfilling my dreams. I will do this.
"America?" Derrick looked at me, a little concerned. He might have sensed what I was thinking.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. But, yes, all that will be fine."
As soon as I said that, a huge smile appeared on his face, "America, I have faith that you will succeed. I can't wait to hear you sing. Pick any song you want, whether it's someone else's or an original. Well, that concludes our meeting. I do have to go now." We got up and shook hands. Then we walked to the door.
"Thank you."
"No problem. I'll see you next week. Bye America."
"Good-bye." With that, he walked out. I closed the door, only to have my mom hug me tightly.
"America! I'm so excited for you! You will get that record deal, I just know it!"
"Aw, thanks mom." That was such an exciting day. It was probably the best day since the end of the Selection.
The Selection….Maxon….No, America! Stop thinking about him. You have a new life in front of you.
I do have a new life in front of me. It's the life I want, right?
So, how was it? I had to think of a name for the owner of a record company and Derrick Evans was what I ended up with. It is a bit random and at one point, I considered naming him Christian Grey. Now that would be interesting! I should stop now before I say something really wrong. Bye!