Jake sat on his sofa, drinking coffee in the silence deep thought brings. After his fight, it took all he had to calm down.
Him and Fred had been friends for a long time, and the band depended on Fred’s guitar playing abilities.
Suddenly the phone rang, causing him to spill his coffee in his lap. He let it ring several times while he cleaned himself off before he got up and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Jake from the band Automatic Drive?”
“Yeah… Why?” Despite the anger he still felt from his fight, he was fully curious over who the person on the other side of the line could possibly be and what he could possibly want.
“Well, I’m from All-Rock Records, you know, the record company you sent your demo CD to?”
“Oh, yeah!” Jake said, hoping for the best but worrying the worst. “I was wondering when you’d call!”
“Well, Jake, I think you’ll be happy to hear that our company loves your disc.”
“That’s great!” Jake said enthusiastically, his heart pumping a mile a minute.