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Post by Morphia on Jun 28, 2010 22:58:07 GMT
Starbucks was probably one of the last places you'd expect to see a woman in a corset, thigh high boots and a black leather jacket with her long hair in braids as it was but it was the place she was meeting young Shredder today.
It'd been a long night, from 9pm to 7am arguing with Gil about why she left, how she intended to come back to Blood Rain, what she had to offer and how she intended to make a big come back.
The terms of the contract were stacked in Gil's favor, she was due for a photo shoot for Dark Angel, the high priced porno page of Gilgamesh's company, she was going to do a press conference to their european market explaining how after her seven year sabbatical she was going to start expanding to the American market and she wasn't getting a housing allowance from the company which meant that she had to start Shredder off big or else they'd both be out on the streets.
Well, the one thing that was in her favor was that that bastard Gil had answered her international collect call and he was footing the bill for their 8 hour phone call.
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Post by Shredder on Jun 28, 2010 23:29:54 GMT
Starbucks....that was so fucking weak. They're blackest coffee wasn't black enough. But it would have to do. As he entered, he spotted her easily, she stood out to say the least. The young musician gave her a nod, but before going to join her, he ordered a coffee. Black. No sugar. He was sweet enough as he was. With coffee in hand the mutant known as Shredder finally went to sit with his hopefully soon to be manager.
"You look pleased with yourself....so what you got for me?" he was cutting straight to the main event of their lunch time coffee. They could talk about their magical night of shallow, meaningless sex afterwards. First night they met, cougars were so hot right now. He gave himself props for that one. So did all of his bandmates. Now he was going to hear about the contract she was putting together for him, he had certain expectations for the contract, after all....if it was bogus, then there was really no reason to leave his old joint.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 28, 2010 23:39:14 GMT
Morphia looked up at him and immediately regretted that last Jaggershot she'd had when she'd met him. Damn kids and their damn need for sex.
"It looks good." She said flipping through the papers Gil had faxed her that morning. "I can get you on a European Tour, a new album and a recording of your old Album if we can buy the rights, and that's all right off the bat."
She turned the page past the legal jargon. "Here are your perks, you get your own tour buss, your own dressing room and your own private green room at shows. You never get anything less than the presidential suit unlocked mini bar. But officially that's for me." She scrolled down summing up what she was reading a few sentences. "If you signs you get endorsements from Fender, Gibson, Composite Acoustic, Break as many guitars as you want and we'll get 'em replaced, free of charge. Also there are about fifty string, pick, capo and strap vendors who want the newest artist we sign on their posters and using their gear so your set for the next two years for anything you'll ever need for you musical needs."
She slid the paper across the page to him and handed him the pen.
Morphia was used to this game, they hear what they get, they don't act impressed then they make their demands. She cocked an eyebrow and waited for his demands probably nothing she couldn't swing or wasn't already in the fine print.
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Post by Shredder on Jun 28, 2010 23:51:25 GMT
Shredder sat back into the seat, bringing the very hot coffee to his lips as he listened to her speak. The very first moment she opened her mouth he was unimpressed. Europe? Why the fuck would he want to go to Europe? He hadn't even broken the entire American market, there was enough people to bring awesome music too, and enough money to be made.
Otherwise....the new contract beat the crap out of what he had so far. "I have no interest in going to Europe.....there's more the enough of everything here." he informed, while taking up the paper to casually scan over it, see everything for himself. It was serious business he was looking at, advertising power, which got him out there, that got him money, fame, power....and soon...legions of fans. He'd be immortalized in the halls of Metal yet.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2010 0:30:42 GMT
"Then screw Europe. I've got to go to Gloscow for a photo shoot in a few days any way, I'll tell him to f*** Europe and we'll bust the American market wide open."
Morphia sipped her late and then looked him over, setting down the cup and crossing her arms over her breast.
"Before you sign, I've got a few statements of my own." One of her eye arched brows raised as she looked him up and down then then she opened her black lips and spoke.
"I'm off limits, you had your drunken fun here but that was just drunken, mindless fun and it's not going to happen again.
Got a girlfriend? Keep her, your going to write love songs, sex songs, and people are going to buy it. Don't leave her, do what every you want with who ever you want but don't leave her. She'll leave you, you'll write hate songs, you'll double in sales.
I'm your manager not your mother, so you'll listen to what I have to say, you'll do what I say, and you'll profit from it. If you don't you'll answer to Gil who took you on my recommendation and will take my counsel on you."
She leaned forward slightly.
"Understand?"
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Post by Shredder on Jun 29, 2010 0:39:27 GMT
Shredder didn't have a girlfriend....but there was that chick from Xaviers...was she girlfriend material though? Probably not..she was too sheltered and naive for his likes. Sure he was up for drinking vodka and orange, and that led to place, but he really didn't care enough for anyone to end up writing hate songs. And she was off limits? Well....until the next drunk session. He could agree to that, but it would be an empty agreement. It was all pretty fine, although doing what she said....well if it was Metal it would all be fine. "You got yourself a deal sweetcheeks." he informed.
It was at that point Shredder took up the pen and gave his scratch, Shredder was now on Blood Rain records.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2010 0:49:28 GMT
Morphia smirked and took the papers back where she signed her own name under his then slipped it back into her folder.
"I'll send these out to Gloscow first thing in the morning. Do you have anything to add, side notes or anything?" She asked.
Sitting back the woman sipped her late and reached up to rub her temples. She couldn't believe she'd gotten back into this biz so easily.
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Post by Shredder on Jul 7, 2010 20:45:49 GMT
"No, I think that covers everything." he replied, sitting back and returning to his black coffee. "Are we finished then?" he asked, it had, been finished faster then he had expected, but if they really were there just to sign the contract, could he be surprised that it was a short affair?
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