what I was thinking, sometimes before I even knew. I headed out to my car and searched until I spotted the business card on the floor of the passenger seat. I had given it to Derrick the night before because I was known to lose stuff.
âShould I call him?â I asked nervously when I returned to the kitchen. Derrick exhaled in disgust. âI guess that was a stupid question,â I said, picking up the cordless phone.
I chewed on a nail as I waited for someone to pick up on the other end. I was just about to hang up when I heard a bored-sounding voice say, âThank you for calling DC Records. How may I help you?â
I took a deep breath. I had never called a record company before, so I didnât know what to expect. âHi, my name is Jasmine Richardson. Mr. Chamberlain asked me to call him today.â
The woman on the other end brightened. âOh, hi. Iâm Jessica, DCâs assistant. Iâve been expecting your call.â
âYou have?â I asked nervously.
âYes. Are you familiar with Teen Scene?â
âNo. Whatâs that?â I asked. Derrick looked at me, silently asking me what she had said, but I held up a finger to let him know Iâd tell him in a minute.
âItâs something DC decided to start a few months ago. He wants to turn a local club into a hangout for teens where they can dance and have fun in a drug-and alcohol-free environment. Weâre going to do a test run in Queens before we expand. The parties are going to be held every week starting in two weeks until the end of the summer.â
âOh, thatâs pretty cool,â I said, wondering what this had to do with me. I looked at Derrick and shrugged before waving my hand to try and make Jessica to get to the point.
âOur DJ canceled on us last weekâ¦â At that, I sat up straight.
âReally?â I said.
âDC wants to hire you to play the parties.â
âOkay,â I quickly said.
Jessica laughed. âYou donât know any of the details yet.â
âOh.â I tried to calm down when I realized just how immature and unprofessional I sounded. I didnât want to talk myself out of a job.
âI have a contract I use,â I said, hoping this made me sound more businesslike.
âThatâs fine,â Jessica said. âIâll send you a copy of our contract, and you can send yours back with it. The parties will last from eight until midnight, and theyâll be held at Twilight on Linden Boulevard in St. Albans.â
âThatâs not too far from me,â I said, recalling the club. It had been around a long time, but lately it seemed that there was always something going on there. I had heard advertisements for karaoke and comedy nights. Whenever Derrick and I drove past on weekends, there was always a huge crowd waiting to get in.
Derrick was staring at me again, and I smiled at him.
âYouâll be performing Thursday and Friday nights. Youâll need to be there no later than seven each evening, and youâll be paid a thousand dollars a week.â
âA thousand dollars a week?â I said slowly, and Derrick raised an eyebrow.
âIs that okay?â Jessica asked.
I sighed, pretending I had to think it over. âI guess so,â I said. I tried not to let my excitement show in my voice, although I was tapping Derrick on the arm. I had never made that much for working an event, and I couldnât believe Iâd be making it every week. It looked like I wouldnât have to wait until I landed my record deal to get my leather coat. âAre we supposed to split that?â I asked in my most professional voice.
âWe?â Jessica asked, sounding confused.
âYeah, me and my brother, Derrick. Weâre a team,â I said.
Jessica hesitated. âDC didnât mention anything about your brother. Iâll have to call him.â
I looked at Derrick, who was shaking his head.