“You what?” I yelped into the phone.

“We… fired Jacob, Rilee,” Austin repeated.

“Well, why the heck did you do that?!”

“Because…” My friend trailed off before shouting- “He’s a lazy, annoying idiot that won’t get off his butt to play bass!”

“O-kay,” I replied, rolling my eyes, “how do I come into this?”

“We want you to be-”

“YOU WHAT ?!”

“Is that all you can say?”

Too late. I had hung up and started doing my victory dance around the house.

“Uh-huh, oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah…” I chanted, my eyes closed.

Hollywood, here I come.