Chapter 3

My eyes remained on the paper in front of me. I’ve been staring at it for minutes now.

I looked up at the man staring at me at the end of the long table. Our eyes met. The sound of the aircon was the only thing that could be heard throughout the room.

“What is this contract for?”

“It’s a record deal at Love Machine Records. International recording studio. It offers you freedom to write your own songs and record them. International artists come from Love Machine Records,” he said.

“I know that thing. I mean, what is it for?”

“It’s a record deal for you.”

My forehead furrowed at what he said.

“Ten year contract with Love Machine Records. You have freedom to write songs, record it with a bigger studio that you own. You’ll have your own team, band, mentors and everything you need. Your name is already written. All you need to do is sign it to have it all.

My forehead furrowed. “Why are you doing this?”

“I only met you this morning, l