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Chapter 4
"Hello, you must be Ryan," a large man with bright blue eyes greeted Ryan, "and you must be his parents. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Mitchell Adams. Why don't you all take a seat?"
Ryan, Kirsten, and Sandy sat down on an overly stuffed couch the Mitchell Adams had indicated. "Well I must say I was impressed by your video performances Ryan and their popularity is amazing, going viral in just a few days…tell me Ryan how old are you?"
"I'm fifteen," Ryan stated.
"You're younger than I thought you were, but that shouldn't be a problem. You play guitar?" Ryan nodded. "Do you play any other instruments?"
"Umm…yeah, I play the piano."
"That's pretty impressive," Mitchell said with a smile, "may I ask what it is you want to do with you're talents?"
Ryan looked to Kirsten and Sandy, "it's up to you kid. Kirsten and I only set these meetings up because we want you to have options. If you want to have a music career then we want to help you any way we can. If you don't want to that's fine too."
"Well, I never really thought about it, it was kind of something I only did in private, but I guess that's not really true anymore. I guess it would be cool to make music professionally," Ryan said thoughtfully. More than cool really, he thought back to singing in the classroom and it really hadn't been that different to what he did alone. It had actually been really cool, he still remembered that water polo dude nodding his head to the music. Yeah the fact that people watching him now was kind of annoying, but he couldn't help thinking about how far he could go with this. He loved music, he loved the way he felt when he played and sang. Why not do what he loves and get paid for it?
"Yes, I believe there are a lot of people who would agree with you. Have any record labels contacted you?"
It was Sandy, who spoke this time, "yes, I spoke to a Mr. Edwards, from RCA Records. He's only in town for a few days, so we have an appointment at three."
"That's fantastic. RCA Records represents some amazing artists, Kris Allen, Chris Brown, Usher, Miley Cyrus, and Kelly Clarkson to name just a few. I'm sure they're trying to get to you before any of the other labels. Well, Ryan, I'd love to manage you. Usually I'd say we should take a few days to think it over, but what do you say," Ryan looked to Sandy, who nodded.
Ryan smiled, if he was going to do this then he was going to need a manager, so why not? "Okay, it looks like I've got a manager than."
"Great, I'll get you the papers to look over and sign later Mr. Cohen. In the meantime, Ryan what do you say we go to meet with this studio representative?"
Ryan grinned and had to admit he was kind of excited.
The representative introduced himself as Tony Edwards that was just about the extent of the amount of the conversation between Tony Edwards and his new manager, Mitchell, that he understood. Everything seemed to be happening too fast and before he knew it he was being let out of the office with the understanding that he would do a demo track and then they would see how it went from there.
Ryan had just smiled and nodded like he actually understood what was going on. When he finally allowed himself to ask Mitchell he explained, "they're want you to sing a demo track so they can get a little bit more of a feel for you and if they like it they'll sign you."
"Thanks, sorry I got a little confused. It's just hard to wrap my head around what's going on. I think I just let the adults deal with that and I'll just stick to the music side."
Mitchell smiled, "okay, kid. Let's get you back to you're parents, I can tell you've had a long day. I bet you need some time to take this all in."
"Definitely," Ryan nodded in agreement.
"Just out of curiosity, the big guys in the waiting room…?"
"Oh," Ryan frowned, "Kirsten and Sandy are being paranoid; they're bodyguards. It's really stupid and unnecessary," Ryan huffed. "I can take care of myself, I'm from Chino. I can handle myself."
Mitchell smiled down at Ryan, "kid, you have no idea how crazy fans get."
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for everything by the way. This is all crazy and I'm glad I don't have to do everything on my own."
Mitchell smiled, "that's my job kid. As long as I'm around I'll have you're back that's what managers are for."
"Well, I better not keep my bodyguards waiting," Ryan said with a small sigh.
Mitchell laughed. As he watched Ryan leave something told him the kid was going places. Mitchell could see he had talent and he was going to help to cultivate it.
"Thank god you guys are home. Did you see all those people at the gate and where have you been? Summer said dad signed Ryan out in the office. Do you guys know about the video because I told Ryan I'm really sorry and I know I never should have done what I did? I never thought it would go viral, I mean I know Ryan is good, but one of the videos has over seven million hits, which is insane. Also I had to take the phone of the hook because reporters kept on calling about Ryan. Wow, who are you guys," he asked Andrew and John.
Ryan could tell Kirsten and Sandy were completely lost having probably only heard half of what Seth had said. Having grown used to Seth, Ryan had managed to decipher most of Seth's rambling. "Of course we saw all the people at the gate. You're dad signed me out because he heard about the videos. We went to talk to a manager and a record label, and these are John and Andrew and they're personal security."
"Bodyguards, are you serious? You have bodyguards?" Seth asked with a wide smirk plastered on his face.
Ryan felt the urge to slap that smug look of his face, "yeah, thanks to someone writing our address in the description in the videos he recorded and uploaded to YouTube of me without permission."
"Hey, I thought we were over you being mad?"
Ryan glared at his brother, "seriously? I'm not mad Seth, just…I don't know. I'm gonna go to my room."
"Ryan," Sandy spoke up.
"Fine, I'm going to the guest room," Ryan stated walking up the stairs with a huff of annoyance.