care
what you think- if she knows or not. Abigail says you look
horrible. That you getting messed on cocaine and hookers. Listen
eh-, ” h e paused, smoked his cigar and let
out the smoke with a sigh. Then with , his
elbows resting on the desk, the hand not holding the cigar rubbing
his temples he said “Your sales have dropped boy. No you ain’t
selling no more.”
Oh I see
this. Rikki thought. He’s trying to let me off in the way where I am the bad
guy.
He dunked the cigar into the
ashtray on the table, leaned back into the chair and asked curtly
“How much money did I make this label?”
“ You made us a
lot. But,” he removed his hand from his temples and pointed his
index finger at Rikki ,
“ b ut, old boy Rikki, we made a lot of
money for you too. I’d say we are about equal, home-boy. Wouldn’t
you say?”
“ I see where
this is goin. I don’t need you, I don’t need any of ya’ll. You
think there ain’t no other record labels out there who’d take
me?”
“ Tone
down ,” The president said calmly. “Honestly Rikki, yes, there is no
reputable label out there that’d take you. My advice – quit making
music; you’re an old dog, your days are gone. You had your fun,
but, didn ’t you right?”
“ Yeah well
what-ever- I ain’t over. This is not done ,” h e replied indignantly not
sure if he could suppress his anger much more.
“ With us, the
label, you are done. But because we like you, how about a
compilation of the greatest hits?” The president said mockingly to
add salt to a wou nd.
“ Just so you
can make more money off me huh?” he asked not expecting an answer.
He did not get one. “If there’s gonna be a compilation of that
sort, it ain’t gonna be by you.” He stood up, looked the president
straight in the face and said “I should have seen this coming. The
contract. I thought you were just being nice, but you had me. But
it ’s not the end of me. No it
isn’t-“
“ Rikki,” The
president interrupted “Riki, Rikki, Rikki. You signed it. There was
no defined time for the duration of the contract. You should have
read it. And now, I terminate it. Legally, that is, without any
cost to me.”
During that sentence, the
president saw how tense Rikki seemed and he pressed the panic
switch underneath his desk for security to come up.
Rikki sighed
and rested his hands on the table, he reached for the ashtray, took
it and sent it whirling way to the window behind the president,
cracking it -the window- and then plunged
over the table onto the president, with his knees on the
president’s shoulders. The cigar flew into the air, hit the window
too, and landed on the carpet. With one hand he held both the
president’s hands and with the other he held him by the collar and
rattled him shouting:
“ I aint of
over! This ain’t over! I am Rikki!, I am the best!” And at that
moment two security guards came rushing into the room, went around
the desk and seized Rikki by the armpits. He was still proclaiming
his eternity when they forcefully removed him from the
president.
“ Take this
piece of shit out of here!” the president
shouted as loud as to be above Rikki’s proclamations and the
security guards escorted Rikki out of the building . He
looked up at the sky, thought about the mistake the president had
done. F**k him . He walked back to
his car, entered and then left the premises with assurance in his
head and mind that they would regret letting him go.
Chapter 5: The death of a soul.
“ Abigail,
Abigail, Abigail please pick up ,” h e said sadly to himself as the ringing sound on
the phone went on without anyone answering. It was the first time
in a long time since he had used words like please and
such.
It had been
this way the whole week since his dismissal. After being
forcefully thrown out that Sunday, there
had been a glimmer of hope, a hope that told that everything would
go on well, that they had done a mistake, a hope that told that they would
what you think- if she knows or not. Abigail says you look
horrible. That you getting messed on cocaine and hookers. Listen
eh-, ” h e paused, smoked his cigar and let
out the smoke with a sigh. Then with , his
elbows resting on the desk, the hand not holding the cigar rubbing
his temples he said “Your sales have dropped boy. No you ain’t
selling no more.”
Oh I see
this. Rikki thought. He’s trying to let me off in the way where I am the bad
guy.
He dunked the cigar into the
ashtray on the table, leaned back into the chair and asked curtly
“How much money did I make this label?”
“ You made us a
lot. But,” he removed his hand from his temples and pointed his
index finger at Rikki ,
“ b ut, old boy Rikki, we made a lot of
money for you too. I’d say we are about equal, home-boy. Wouldn’t
you say?”
“ I see where
this is goin. I don’t need you, I don’t need any of ya’ll. You
think there ain’t no other record labels out there who’d take
me?”
“ Tone
down ,” The president said calmly. “Honestly Rikki, yes, there is no
reputable label out there that’d take you. My advice – quit making
music; you’re an old dog, your days are gone. You had your fun,
but, didn ’t you right?”
“ Yeah well
what-ever- I ain’t over. This is not done ,” h e replied indignantly not
sure if he could suppress his anger much more.
“ With us, the
label, you are done. But because we like you, how about a
compilation of the greatest hits?” The president said mockingly to
add salt to a wou nd.
“ Just so you
can make more money off me huh?” he asked not expecting an answer.
He did not get one. “If there’s gonna be a compilation of that
sort, it ain’t gonna be by you.” He stood up, looked the president
straight in the face and said “I should have seen this coming. The
contract. I thought you were just being nice, but you had me. But
it ’s not the end of me. No it
isn’t-“
“ Rikki,” The
president interrupted “Riki, Rikki, Rikki. You signed it. There was
no defined time for the duration of the contract. You should have
read it. And now, I terminate it. Legally, that is, without any
cost to me.”
During that sentence, the
president saw how tense Rikki seemed and he pressed the panic
switch underneath his desk for security to come up.
Rikki sighed
and rested his hands on the table, he reached for the ashtray, took
it and sent it whirling way to the window behind the president,
cracking it -the window- and then plunged
over the table onto the president, with his knees on the
president’s shoulders. The cigar flew into the air, hit the window
too, and landed on the carpet. With one hand he held both the
president’s hands and with the other he held him by the collar and
rattled him shouting:
“ I aint of
over! This ain’t over! I am Rikki!, I am the best!” And at that
moment two security guards came rushing into the room, went around
the desk and seized Rikki by the armpits. He was still proclaiming
his eternity when they forcefully removed him from the
president.
“ Take this
piece of shit out of here!” the president
shouted as loud as to be above Rikki’s proclamations and the
security guards escorted Rikki out of the building . He
looked up at the sky, thought about the mistake the president had
done. F**k him . He walked back to
his car, entered and then left the premises with assurance in his
head and mind that they would regret letting him go.
Chapter 5: The death of a soul.
“ Abigail,
Abigail, Abigail please pick up ,” h e said sadly to himself as the ringing sound on
the phone went on without anyone answering. It was the first time
in a long time since he had used words like please and
such.
It had been
this way the whole week since his dismissal. After being
forcefully thrown out that Sunday, there
had been a glimmer of hope, a hope that told that everything would
go on well, that they had done a mistake, a hope that told that they would
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