So here is Misha Collins patting down a guy from Texas in a plaid shirt, who had an abusive father and a younger brother who he had always been protecting at all costs. You do the math.
“Crocodile Records, how can I help you?” says the lady on the phone. “Hello, my name is Henry Trout. I need to make an appointment to be considered for a record deal.” The man replies. “Alright, Mr. Trout, the first thing you need to do is send in a sample of your music along with a letter telling us a little about yourself and your contact information. Our address is 15859 South Federal Bog Way. If we like you, we will give you a call to set up a meeting.”
~9 days later~
Henry’s cell phone rings; he immediately picks it up, hoping it is the record company.
“Hello, may I speak to Mr. Trout?” says a man’s voice.
“This is he.”
“This is Larry from Crocodile Records, could you come in this afternoon for a meeting?”
“Yes, yes, I’ve been biting my fingernails so nervous to hear back from you. I will come in whenever you want me to.”
“How does two sound?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Great, we will see you at two then, Mr. Trout.”
Call ends.
“I need to bring something he thinks; it will make me look good. Everyone always brings baked goods, so not that. I need to bring real food. Ooh, I know.” He thinks to himself.
That afternoon he walks into Crocodile records holding a foil-covered tray.
“Hello, Mr. Trout,” says the lady at the front desk in a calming voice, “someone will be right with you.” He goes and sits to wait.
~15 minutes later~
“Hello Mr.Trout,” says a man he recognizes but can't quite put his finger on from where, “follow me.”
They enter an office and sit down.
“What is that you have there?”
“Oh, this is my mom’s famous lasagna; I made it just before I came here.”
“That’s so kind. I'm going to take it to the break room so everyone can find it, ill be right back.” The man takes the pan of lasagna and leaves.
While waiting for him to return, Henry realizes who’s office he is in, Lawrence Hill’s, the head of Crocodile Records.
A couple of minutes later, he returns.
“Thank you so much for meeting with me; I seem to repel most record companies for some reason.
I just want to anchor somewhere where I can work with good people and make great music.”
“I’m glad to have you here. Once I heard you’re anthem, I knew you were what I was looking for. There is someone who would like to work with you, let’s go introduce you.”
They walk down the hallway to another room. Trout bumps into another man upon entering.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to jostle you.”
“No problem.” Replies the man as he turns around. It’s John Legend.
The End
Prompt:
Write a story titled “A Talented Musician Struggles to Make It Big” using the following words.