Rachel's P.O.V

I heard a noise as I came to. (That's just a fancy way of saying I woke up. Cool, huh?)

It was my phone.

I heard a shuffling of feet, -Ricky's- and the phone was silenced.

"Who was it?" I asked, sitting up.

"No one important. Now, come, we have a meeting to be at." He answered, getting out an outfit for me.

"Meeting? What kind of meeting?" I asked uneasily.

"You'll see," he smiled.

We arrived at this big building I really could care less about. I don't even care what it is. I just want to go home. Not the hotel I'm staying at home, but HOME, home. We are currently staying in New York City, The Big Apple. (That IS NYC's nickname, right?)

I got out of the taxi, and walked aimlessly around as Ricky talked to the doorman. It did actually occur to me to just make a break for it, but, firstly, that would ruin my master plan, and secondly, what luck does an alone, broke fifteen-year old girl have in a city as huge as NYC?

Yes, fifteen. I slept through my frickin' birthday. What the fudge? Who does that? Today is February 20th. My birthday was February 12th. I missed Valentine's Day, too, but who really cares? The only "valentine" I would want is my best friend. And how messed up would that sound? Very, that's how messed up it would sound.

A part inside of me just wanted to get it over with. Just suddenly burst out yelling, 'I LOVE YOU ADAM!' but then my reasonable side got to me and convinced me that would be absolutely horrific, and practically suicide.

So, I refrained from doing so.

I felt a light pull on my hand, and it was Ricky signaling it was time to go inside.

I followed, and looked around aimlessly.

"Ah, come this way," I heard an old, raspy voice say.

Uh, lemme say EW!

Nevertheless, I followed. He led us into this big office, with LOTS of shiny things.

I like shiny things.

They talked, and talked, and I really could care less what about. Everything Ricky bored me.

Until, finally, they turned to me and asked, "What do you think Rachel?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused. Now, this would've been a good time to pay attention.

I took a sip out of the water some chick had brought me at some point. I don't know when I wasn't paying attention.

"About signing a record deal with us," the old dude said. I'll just call him gramps.

I did one of those spit-takes, all over Ricky.

I laughed when I realized where the water went.

Ricky just scowled.

"I would love to!" I squealed.

"Ok, just sign here," Gramps, said, handing me a pen and a contract.

"Not without reading it, nice try dude!" I exclaimed.

Then I got to work, reading every single little thing in that contract, making sure no loopholes were able to squeeze their way through.

I'm way too smarticle for that.