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If This World Were Mine	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on my love of Adam Lambert. I don't know him. I don't own American Idol. The song "If This World Were Mine" belongs to a Marvin Gaye and his estate. I also don't know actor Hill Harper. Written in fun, no profit gaine

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A/N: The great thing about FF is that you can write yourself and whoever you want into one of your stories. Which I am now doing. I’m the CEO of the company and my husband is Hill Harper. Yes and if this world were really mine…he would be my husband. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: The Plan
“You’re kidding me, right?” Singer Adam Lambert asked as he shook his head.
“I wish.” His manager Simon Fuller replied.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.”
“This makes no sense. They’re rejecting the whole album?”
“Yes.”
“All fifteen songs?”
“All fifteen.”
“Why?”
“They didn’t like it.”
“They didn’t like it. What the hell kinda answer is that?” He thought a moment. “Ok no problem. We’ll just go through the other songs we recorded and select something else.”
“No, Adam.”
“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I mean, they’ve heard and rejected them all.”
“What?!”
“They already listened to them. After hearing your submission they called Lee and asked him to bring them the other recordings.”
“Forty-two songs? They are rejecting all forty-two songs?”
“Yes.”
“This is bullshit Simon. Forty-two songs. Did they happen to pay attention to who I worked with? I mean Madonna doesn’t accept collabo requests from just anybody.”
“I know Adam, but-”
“No, Simon I don’t think you do. I worked with Timbaland, Rodney Jerkins, people who wouldn’t look twice at me before. We’re talking award winners, chart topping artists and producers. And they’re rejecting everything?”
“Everything. Look, we can find some more songs. Mayb-”
“More songs? Do you know how long it took us to get those? Rodney Jerkins wasn’t going to give that song to me. I practically had to beg him to let me try it and see how it was going to work. That song was Chris Brown bound. But he let me record it. Me, Simon. Me.”
“It’s not as bad as it seems Adam.”
“Its bullshit and it is as bad as it seems. Not only is it bullshit, its bad bullshit. And you, you couldn’t fight for any of the songs?”
“Their mind was pretty made up.”
“They didn’t like Erica’s songs either?”
“No, they actually hated hers the most. They felt they weren’t written or produced well.”
“What?”
“They don’t deem her a good producer.”
“Again, pure bullshit. Where’s that copy of Billboard?” Adam looked around his manager’s office for the latest copy of Billboard Magazine. When he found it, he walked back to Simon’s desk. He glanced around for the Post-Its and a highlighter he kept on his desk. Adam frantically thumbed through the magazine. “Here, look.” He placed Post-It on the page and highlighted the name. “Darius Rucker’s song has been on this country chart for six weeks. And…where’s the jazz…” He flipped pages again, and highlighted again. “Here, Chris Botti, uh…Michael Buble, and Kirk Whalum. Three jazz songs she has on the Jazz Top 40. Three Simon.”
“Adam, this changes no-”
“Wait, I’m not done yet. They don’t believe that she knows what she’s doing. Look here, Pop Charts.” He started highlighting. “There, fourteen songs in the Pop Top 40. Fourteen!! Nobody has that record. Nobody. And look at this. She wrote a song for Metallica. A certified heavy metal group wouldn’t you say?” Simon nodded. “That song has been in the Top 40 for twenty-two weeks. She doesn’t even listen to heavy metal Simon! How do you explain that?”
“I can’t.”
“Damn right you can’t! You can’t make shit like this up. She is proving week after week on these charts that she knows what she’s doing. And none of these people are her artists. None!! If she’s doing that with people from other labels, what do you think her artists are doing? Infinity and beyond!”
“Adam I’m telling you what they have said. They don’t like any of the songs.”
“Isn’t your job to convince them? You’re my manager, you represent my interests. You are telling me that you cannot fight for this recording? This is some to the best stuff we’ve recorded.”
“I can’t Adam.”
“Can’t or won’t Simon? Tell me the fucking truth. You’re my manager, you fight for me. Should I be looking for other representation?”
“No, it’s just-”
“Just what Simon? Spit it the fuck out.”Simon sighed. What he had to say next Adam was not going to like at all.
“The label feels that…” He paused. Adam gave him a look with his hands out as if to say “what?” “The label feels that your novelty-”
“Novelty?” Simon held his hands up to say that there was more.
“Let me finish. They feel your novelty has worn off.” There, he finally said it.
“Novelty? What the fuck! A novelty!” Adam paced back and forth in front of Simon’s desk, his anger couldn’t be contained. “Novelty? Novelty is the toy from the Cracker Jack Box. Novelties are the little things you give out at kids’ birthday parties and cutesy little promotional shit. I have never been novelty Simon. I’m an artist, a true artist. I’ve sung all over this world and that was all before American Idol. How many artists does RCA have that can really, truly sing Broadway, Pop, Rock and Jazz? I’m the only one. The only one Simon. Novelty my ass.” He walked away from the desk.
“Adam, look. The label feels that you don’t have to be so out there anymore. They just want you to sing. They just want you to be no-”
“Normal? That’s what you were going to say wasn’t it? They want me to be normal. They want me to blend in with every other two-cent pop star on the charts. Answer me this Simon, were they paying attention to me when they signed me? I wear nail polish all the time, I wear makeup and heavy eyeliner on stage, I’m gay and outrageous. I spike my hair, I wear tight clothes that accentuate my crotch and then I dance in a way to make sure everyone sees it. This is how I comfortably express myself. And my fans like- no they love it. They love it Simon. Money, money, money. That’s all that see huh? What about the artistry? Do they see that? Do they even try? Well, all my artistry bought them some things they now can't live without didn’t it? Ask them about those new cars and houses. Ask them about their children’s educations, the jewelry and clothes. That’s me- my music, my voice, my hard working band. People paid money to hear me sing and dance.” He paused.
“Wait, that’s why they are rejecting the recordings, isn't it? They don’t feel it’s marketable enough do they? My band members took some real initiative, came out of their creative shells and wrote some of those songs, we arranged a lot of stuff. We worked hard, Simon. This album we presented was not something that was thrown together last minute. It’s not scraps and sloppy seconds. This is all heart and knowledge.”
“Adam I’m just telling you what they told me.”
“Well you can tell them I said this is bullshit.”
“I’m not telling them that.” Simon scoffed and adamantly shook his head.
“Oh yes you are.”
“My job’s not worth it.”
“Your job? Simon you’re my manager. I pay you to represent me with the label.”
“What do you want me to do Adam?”

“What do I want you to do? I want you to do your job Simon.” Adam sat down and immediately got back you. “I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You will set up another meeting, you will take this copy of Billboard that I so brilliantly highlighted for you and you fight for this album. Tell them I said this rejection is utter bullshit and that I am not happy at all. I’m serious.” Adam said as he pointed to Simon. “You fight like your life depended on it. I won’t except anything less, you got that?” Simon nodded that he understood. Adam just didn’t know how hard this was going to be. Adam nodded when he saw that Simon understood then he picked up his jacket from the chair and left Simon’s office.

                Adam went home, still pissed and angry. He needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand this debacle. He called Erica Wils-Harper, the CEO of 522 Productions. He felt that they had a pretty tight bond after working together. She produced three songs for him (all now rejected by RCA), one song for a compilation and two for a soundtrack that she was working on.
“Hello?”
“Erica, hi it’s Adam.”
“Hi darling how are you?”She replied with her southern accent.
“Uh…not so good. You have a few minutes to talk?”
“Of course. I’m just picking up my popcorn and filling up my water bottle.” Adam looked at his watch.
“Is it three already?”
“Yes sir. You forget I’m a few hours ahead of you.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
“Trevor, can you take messages for me? Thanks.” He could hear her say. “Ok, I’m in my office now, what’s going on?” She sat at her desk and got comfortable.
“RCA rejected the album.”
“All fifteen songs?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure they listened to it? You and Rodney Jerkins rocked the daylights outta that song!”
“Not only did they listen to it and reject it, they rejected all forty-two that we recorded.”
“Adam, you’re kidding me right?”
“I wish.”
“Oh my god, honey I’m so sorry. I know how hard everyone worked on it.”
“And what makes it worse is that Simon isn’t fighting for the album. They told him that my novelty has worn off and they think I don’t I need to be so out there.”
“Your own manager doesn’t believe in your project? That’s just cruel. It’s a slap in the face to say the music won’t sell, but saying the artistry is bad is a complete stab in the heart.”
“Erica I’ve never been so fucking pissed in my life. I’m sorry for the language.”
“I’ve heard worst, believe me. I can’t believe that this is happening. They didn’t like any of the songwriters or producers?”
“Nope, and Simon said they hated yours the most.”
“Mine? Why?”
“They told him that you didn’t produce well.” She laughed.
“If that wasn’t so funny and ridiculous I’d be pissed. If they read Billboard for more than just their own artists, they’d know better.”
“I even showed Simon. He said it’s not going to make a difference.”
“But you did tell him to back and fight right?”
“Hell yeah I did. He didn’t seem to like it too much though.” Erica was quiet a moment.
“Adam, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be honest in your thinking and reflection. In the past, oh let’s say six to twelve months, do you think Simon has been the best effective manager that he could be?” Adam sighed and was silent.
“I would have said yes, but now that you asked me, I don’t know. This is the first big disagreement we’ve really had. The first one we haven’t been able to resolve yet.”
“I’m going to put this out there and I want you to seriously think about it. No artist really spends their whole career with just one record label. Many don’t spend it with the same management team. You’ve had great success with RCA and great representation with 19 Recordings, but suppose it’s time to move on? Do you know how much is left on your contract?”
“Not off the top of my head, no.”
“Here’s something else, if you were to change labels do you think Simon would stay and support you? Would you want him to?”
“Wow, I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it. Naïve of me to think that I could spend my whole career in one place.”
“I think so. Business relationships are no different from the love ones. People grow, outgrow, feelings change, needs change. Simon already told you they feel your ‘novelty’ has worn off. They don’t see you as special anymore. You are officially a money maker, well you were a money maker when they signed you, but now it seems like they don’t care about the art that will make the money.”
“Tell me about it. I don’t even know what label I’d want to go to.”
“You know I have plenty of room for you, if you decided you want to change. We have a no cussing/alcohol/drug abuse policy. You’d be the most sexually outrageous artist here. I wouldn’t suppress your creativity, but we do have guidelines.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll be in this weekend to work on that other song right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do me a favor before then; see if you can gauge Simon’s loyalties and let me know. Just ask him a few questions and your heart will let you know what’s going on. I’ll check on some things here and we’ll talk Friday, ok?”
“Thanks for listening.”

“You’re welcome sweetie. It’s what I do best. Besides produce great music.”

                Adam hung up from his phone call with Erica feeling better about the situation. There could be a solution; one that maybe didn’t involve RCA and Simon Fuller. He was mulling over the questions he would need to ask Simon about his loyalty. He had a hard time believing that Simon didn’t have his back. He began to wonder if RCA was trying to perfect their skills in the art of double-talk. Suppose they were promising Simon something that he couldn’t refuse? What if he got his “reward” after getting Adam to stay “inline”? Thinking about it started to ruin the good mood Erica had put him in. So he decided to wait a day before asking his questions.
                After a day to cool off from their conversation, Adam called Simon the following day. First reason was to confirm the meeting times for the weekend trip to Memphis on Friday. Then he started the conversation, easing in his questions as they went along. Adam got his answer pretty quickly and he wasn’t pleased to discover it. He sent a text to Erica.
new msg from Adam Lambert
i got my answer. not looking 2 good.
new reply from Erica Wilson-Harper
i expected that we’ll talk more 2morrow
                Friday morning found Adam and Simon up and early at LAX. Well, early for them. By the time they made it there, (6 a.m.) everyone at 522 Productions was already heading in to work. Adam had his ears plugged up, reviewing the song he was working on and listening to music in general. He really didn’t have the heart to talk to Simon. Business is business; he knew that. However, he had this sinking feeling that he was about to be stabbed in the back.
                Once they arrived at Memphis International Airport, a car was waiting to take them to their early check in at their hotel. Erica was already knee deep in meetings and was hoping she would be finished by the time Adam arrived at the studio. She really wanted to focus on working with him. This was an important soundtrack for her. She sent him a text to tell him to go straight to the studio and she would join as soon as she could.
After her meeting ended, she sprinted to the bathroom then zipped down to their in-house test kitchen to grab some lunch. She would be working with Adam at least three hours and she couldn’t go that long without lunch. She called up to the studio to let them know she was on her way. She was also bringing fresh pastries, but they didn’t have to know that yet.
They started working and she was really pleased with what she was hearing and how things were coming along. Adam’s voice was spot on and he liked what he was hearing. After a while, everyone took a break. Simon went into the hall to make some phone calls. Most of the band members went downstairs to take a smoke break. Adam came back into the studio just as some assistants were bringing Erica reports and messages from various departments.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what honey?” She asked as she flipped through the messages.
“That there were so many handsome guys that work here. Like this guy.” She looked up as Jeff from photography brought her some proofs. She gave them the once over and her approval. “He’s hot,” Adam said as he left. “Is he doing any photo shoots today?”
“Adam.”
“I’m serious. Does he need a nude male model?”
“Adam.”
“I’m sure I can fit it in my schedule.”
“Adam!” She gave him a look. “Knock it off.”
“Oh, believe me, I’d love to. Tell me about him?”
“Forget about it.”She said rolling her eyes.
“He’s not gay?” She shook her head no. “My Gaydar must be off. That’s how I know something is off with me.”
“And he’s married.”
“To a woman?”
“Yes, to a woman.”
“Damn shame.” He paused. “How about your assistant? Trevor’s single, yes?”
“Yes, but he’s seeing someone.”
“A handsome someone?”
“As a matter of fact, Fredrick is incredibly handsome.”
“And what about this guy? He’s sexy.” She looked up as Kent from accounting brought her a report.
“Everything looks good if you want to make that purchase.”
“Thanks Kent.” She replied.
“Oh my god….would you look at his ass?! I will be right back.”
“Oh no you don’t; stay put”
“I just saw five sexy guys walk in and out of here and you’re telling me to stay put?”
“Stay put.”
“Stay put? Erica, I’m single, a little lonely, quite horny and pissed at my record label. I need an outlet. I need a release.”
“I thought you didn’t do one-nights anymore.”
“I don’t but everyone needs a little something sometime,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders.
“But nothing. Just stay put. I’m trying resolve one of those problems.”
“As much as I admire you, you can’t do anything for my horniness. No offense but there ain’t that much alcohol on this earth.”
“Yea and Amen to that! And I would never try to. That’s not what I’m talking about. You’ve got two hands that can help you when you go to bed tonight.” Adam was shocked. He blushed but laughed.
“I can NOT believe you just said that to me!”
“I did. Calm yourself. In time things will work out.”
“Can I go work it out with Kent?”
“Adam.”
“Ok, ok.” He put his hands up in surrender. Just then, Simon came back into the studio.
“I don’t have all the info I need for you guys right now, but I will tomorrow. Why don’t you guys come by for lunch tomorrow and we can discuss everything then? I’ll have what I need by then.” She said.
“That’s fine.” Simon replied.

“You still have my address?” They nodded. “Just plug it into the GPS. Be there around noon-ish.” The band members started coming back in. “Ok, let’s finish recording, guys.”

                By the next morning, Adam and Simon still were not having friendly conversations. Adam wasn’t sure it could happen. Cordial was the word of the day. After breakfast, Adam chilled in his hotel room answering Twitter questions. He was always amazed at the boldness of his fans. He always thought of himself as out and proud but sometimes the fans questions made him blush as red as tomatoes. He refused to answer the top/bottom question anymore. He refused to answer tweets about going on dates or one-night stands. On one hand, it would be cool. On the other hand, he couldn’t guarantee that whoever he met could keep it quiet or anonymous. He was scandal enough on his own; he didn’t need any help.
                Simon spent the morning wondering how he could convince RCA to accept the recordings. He actually liked the majority of the songs he heard. And Adam was right about him being lucky and getting the song meant for Chris Brown. But what was he supposed to do? Yes, he represented Adam but he was also a part of RCA. He felt trapped. He couldn’t tell Adam that; it wouldn’t have made the situation any easier. He couldn’t let on that there were things working against Adam. And that he was a part of it.
                About 11:30, they met in the lobby and headed towards the parking garage where the car was picking them up. They managed to miss the large group of teenage girls hanging out for a modeling search. It would have been disastrous. They slipped into the car, gave the driver the directions and they headed towards Erica’s house. Adam was surprised at the neighborhood. It seemed…normal. They were headed to the house of a record company CEO who was worth about a billion dollars. She didn’t live in a guarded or gated community. Actually, there were kids playing in front yards all the way down to her house. Now she did have an MTV style crib; he did expect that. When he got ready, he would have one too.
                He walked to the front door while Simon talked with the driver. By the time he made it to the front door Simon had joined him on the front porch. Adam rang the bell. Neither expected what would happen next when the door opened. A man with a toddler in his arm answered the door.
“Hey there Adam. Erica said you were coming by today.”
“Hey Hill, how are you?” He said putting forth his hand to shake.
“Can’t complain man.” Hill said as they shook.
“This is my manager Simon Fuller.”
“Welcome to the Harper House.” Hill and Simon shook hands. “Come on in guys.”
“Who is this little one?” Adam asked referring to the little boy in his arms.
“This is our son Miles, who is a little cranky today.” They followed Hill into the foyer. Erica came to greet them and took their coats. While putting their coats in the closet, she got out six others.
“Aww, hi Miles.” Adam said to the little boy. “He’s such a handsome kid.” He scrunched up his nose at him.
“Miles, be nice.” His mother said as she patted him leg. “Here are your coats.” As they stepped into the living room, they noticed five small kids standing next to the Christmas tree, putting things in kid-sized duffle bags and backpacks. Adam watched as she handed coats to four girls and one boy. “Girls make sure you have all your dance stuff.”
“Mo, do you have your book?” Hill asked the boy.
“Yes sir.”The girls starting putting on their coats.
“This is mommy’s friend Mr. Lambert and his manager Mr. Fuller.”
“Hello.” They replied.
“Hi ladies. What are you up to today?”Adam asked.
“We’re going to dance class.” One said.
“Sounds pretty cool.”
“Let me introduce everyone,” Hill said. “These are our daughters Jai-Le, Zarabo, and Sanji. You’ve met our son Miles and these are my godchildren Maurice and Josephine. They’re twins and we call them Mo and Jo.”
“Wow, that’s… a lot of kids.” Adam said.
“We’re so used to it now; we don’t know any other way to live.” Hill said. Erica helped the kids put their coats on and double-checked everyone’s bag again.
“Ok, you have a bag, you have a bag, you have a bag, and you have a bag. Mo?”
“I have the snack bag.”
“Snack bag and Hill?”
“I have the baby bag.” He replied.
“Ok, I think that’s it.” Erica said as she kissed all of the children on their foreheads. “Have fun dancing, be good students and I’ll see you later.” They all headed towards the kitchen to the garage. She kissed her husband. “Have fun.”
“Nice to see you guys again.” Hill said as he followed the kids with an even crankier Miles in tow.
“Same here.” Adam said. They followed her into the kitchen and saw the family calendar and message board. It was full of appointments, after school activities, family and church activities. There were play dates, schedules, you name it.
“Wow.” Simon said. “You do this on a daily basis?”
“We have to. If it’s not on this board it’s probably not going to happen.”
“I can’t even imagine. Now I see why you run your company the way you do.”Simon said.
“No, I run my family the way I run my company. I had that first. Welcome to the dining room.” She said bringing them into the room.
“How many people do you sit at this table?” Adam asked as he admired the huge mahogany beauty.
“Full capacity, sixty.”
“That was an actual meal?”
“Yep, last month for Thanksgiving. Please have a seat while I get us something to drink. Any preferences?”
“I’ll take some sweet tea if you have any.” Adam said.
“It’s a southern household honey, of course there’s sweet tea. Simon?”
“I guess you can make that two.”
“Good.” She disappeared back into the kitchen brought back a tray with three glasses, a huge salad bowl and three smaller bowls. “This is a raspberry dressing. I have others if you would like to try something else.”
“I’m good with trying new things.” Adam said. Simon nodded in agreement.
“Everything else should be done in a minute.” A few minutes later, she brought in a large serving dish that had chicken on a bed of saffron rice and roasted vegetables on the side.
“With so many kids, how do you find time to cook like this?”Simon asked.
“Oh, we cook like this all the time. Hill and I have on-duty /off-duty weeks. On-duty meaning we are responsible for the kids. Since it is his week, he gets up, makes breakfast, takes them to school, and picks them up and after school activities. Then comes home and cooks dinner. It also takes care of Saturday activities too.”
“So when you’re off duty, what do you get to do?”
“I spend more time in the office or travel if I need to. I get to visit the stores and restaurants. On his off-duty days they film more and on Saturdays. When he’s on-duty they basically shoot half a day from about 8 a.m. to 1 or 2 p.m.”
“Tight schedules.”
“Have to be.”
“How do find time for yourselves?” Adam inquired.
“We always have time. It’s what you do with the time that counts.”
“So yesterday when you told me to stay put, you mentioned coming up with a plan.” Adam said.
“Yes, let me ask you, have you decided that you want to change labels?”
“I think I might.”
“Good.”Simon stopped eating and looked confused.
“Wait, what? When did this happen?”
“Well, I told Adam that very few artists stayed with one label their whole career. And I told him that if the label rejected all of his submissions, that the company is no longer happy and looking for something different.” Simon looked at Adam. “I told him I had plenty of space for him here and thanks to Kent, who you saw yesterday, I may have enough to buy you out of your contract.”
“Seriously?” Adam asked. “How do you do that?”
“We’ll talk about it.”
“Yeah,” Simon asked. “How do you do that?”
“I’ll need your help Simon.”
“Mine? How so?”
“Let me ask you this first. Do you intend to stay Adam’s manager?”Simon was shocked that she would ask such a question.
“What kind of question is that?”
“A very good one, I think. I’m asking because I’m questioning your loyalty to his project. I listened to the songs, all forty-two. And I gotta tell you Simon I would have fought for the submission. And the only reason that comes to mind as to why you aren’t fighting hard for this, is that RCA is offering you something else. If they are, now’s a good time to say ‘cause I could have a solution.” Simon was quiet and sighed.
“I don’t want to divulge this information because I only know what I’m supposed to know. It isn’t much, now that I think about it. RCA is paying me a side salary to try and get Adam to change. They want him less outrageous, less out there, less...”
“Less gay.” Adam said. Simon sighed.
“I just know what they said. I’m supposed to get him to find some new songs and rerecord the album.” Erica looked at him and nodded that she understood.
“So back to my question…do you want to stay his manager?”
“I don’t have a problem working with Adam. But I may not be able to stay his manager; I may not have a choice. That’s about as much as I know.”
“Ok. Well, this may be easier than I thought. I’d glad you brought paper so you can take notes. Here’s where you come in Simon. I need you to find out how much Adam’s contract, the masters and his catalogue is worth.”
“What?” Simon asked.
“Ask for a meeting. Tell them you are going to try and smooth things over. Tell them you heard Adam might be looking for a new label and may record under a false name to get this album out.”
“Wait you can do that? Would you have let me do that?”
“Yes and yes.” She replied. Adam made a silent “wow” motion with his mouth.
“I never thought about doing that.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to. Simon, you tell them you think Adam might think twice if he knew how much he was worth to the label. Tell them you need the total worth, contract, masters and catalogue in a formal letter. If it is on official letterhead, he can’t say that you pulled a number out of thin air. “
“Why this way?” Adam asked.
“Because they wouldn’t dare give me a price on one of their artists. But they would give one to a manager who was trying to keep the peace.”
“And you think this will work?” Simon didn’t sound sure.
“Of course. And it will go right along with what you said. If they are paying you to get him ‘in line’, they won’t be any wiser. The plan stays between the three of us. You’ll probably have the quote in about a week or so. They may give you four prices- one for the masters, one for the catalog and one for the contract. The fourth price will probably have all three plus lawyer fees estimated.”
“Which price do you want?”
“Oh I need all of them.” She took a sip of her tea. “I need the masters because as long as they hold them, they can do what they please. They can license it out to a movie or show as much as they want. And I’d like to have everything associated with Adam Lambert, if he decides to join us.”
“Wow. This is all seems so unreal.”Adam said. “You can really do this?”
“Actually, we can.”
“I don’t understand.” Adam said. Erica wrote down a number on a piece of paper, folded it and gave it to Adam.
“Can you write or transfer a check for that much?” He looked at it.
“Yeah. But why would I need to?”
“If you can put up that much towards the full total, I’ll take care of the rest. Then I can give it back to you as a signing bonus.”
“Really?” Erica nodded. “Ok. I think we can do this.”
“Don’t I get in on this part?” Simon asked.
“Not until you get an official quote.”
“What will you do with it?”
“I’ll set up a meeting, bring the letter and simply get ready to transfer the money. I’ll even pack up and mail the masters myself to make sure I have them all and they’re not trying to double cross me.”
“And you’re sure they’ll go for it?”
“Yes, and I’m sure they don’t want to see me in court. My lawyers and I don’t play. There’s a reason FOX News is a part of 522 Productions.”
“Duly noted.” Simon commented.
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