17. Donavan
Chapter seventeen
Donavan
Sitting at my desk, I stared at the contracts I needed to finish. They were only one set of about six left to review. But my heart wasn’t in it. I loved being a lawyer, but I hated being alone. Kay was back on the road, and Saxon was on a three-on shift.
I’d been alone too much in my life. Often, I chased after Harrison, but he never wanted me to hang out with him and his friends.
He made friends easily, but I didn’t. Our parents were industry and successful, so going to school with other kids like us should have made it easier, but most of them seemed like snobs.
The ones that weren’t snubbing me were into drugs.
And that had started in middle school. Seeing that made me stay far away from that scene.
If Midnight Hunt or Bramble Punk were into that, I would have been out on this.
But Harrison never got involved with people like that. He’d rejected clients who were.
But that meant I’d had a lonely childhood, spent reading and studying, and not much time playing. Not that it was anyone else’s fault but mine, but it still meant I missed out. It was probably a big part of my little persona being spirited and lively.
The other side of that was responsibility.
I had to finish this contract. I read it over again.
This was the Star Fly paperwork. And, as predicted, it was not standard.
At all. It clearly stipulated investment from MH Management, including the full production of their first album, which covered all expenses, such as housing for the band while they were recording.
All they got in return were the credits that Jinx had mentioned.
That seemed crazy. But they were getting a healthy forty-five percent of the proceeds from the supporting tour, with them opening for Bramble Punk.
And that was after concert expenses. They were only required to do one follow-up album after that, which had a clause to revise terms and expenses.
The supporting tour for that one had a much smaller percentage, with only twenty percent return.
Jinx had assured me they were more interested in pumping up the band in the first two years.
And after that, if things went well, they could renegotiate terms.
I double-checked the figures and extras, like interviews and social media expectations.
All of that was standard. I was supposed to send the paperwork, but I had a better idea.
I wanted to bring it to them in person. I pulled up the tour schedule to figure out how to make it work and still have the contracts to them on time.
Star Fly was already recording at the Miami studio on a handshake, so it had to be soon.
Rubbing my hands together with excitement, I matched up my work to their calendar.