Superstar-Chapter 56

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Chapter 56: When Heaven Calls

    Terry got called into work, which effectively squashed the plans to go to the movies. Dom was a little bummed, but truthfully, she was glad of the alone time. Even though, Terry apologized profusely about pushing her and she’d forgiven him, Dom hadn’t been able to totally forget it. It was the first time Terry had ever done anything like that and she wanted to believe that nothing like that would happen again, but…

    Dom sighed, wishing once again that Terry actually owned a TV so she could sit down and veg out and not have to deal with all the thoughts and doubts swirling in her head.

    “Joe Sample it is, then.” Dom said to herself. She put his album Spellbound into the CD player and ‘Seven Years of Good Luck’ flowed out of the speakers. Dom sat back and let Mr. Sample’s fancy finger work take her away.

    The phone rang and Dom swore softly to herself. “Everytime I start relaxin’…”, she muttered as she answered the phone.

    “Hello?”

    “Hello. May I speak to Dominique LaSalle, please?” A vaguely familiar voice asked.

    "This is she.”

    “Hi, Dom. This is James Parker. I came to see Avant Groove the other night?”

    “Oh, Hi,” Dom said, her voice brightening up. “What can I do for you?”

    “Actually, it’s more about what I can do for you,” he stated. “I was impressed with the group as a whole, but I was more impressed with your performance, Dom.”

    “Seriously?”

    “Yes,” Parker said. “I’d like to offer you a contract to record with Quiet Storm Records.”

Dom, of course, was completely speechless.

    Once the initial shock and excitement died down, and Dom could finally speak, she said, “What did you say?”

    “I want to sign you to Quiet Storm Records.”

    Dom closed her eyes, took a deep breath and asked if she could have a little time to think about it.

    “You’ll have exactly one day,” Parker said. “I have to leave tomorrow evening to go back to L.A. Here’s my cellular number when you make up your mind.” He gave it and Dom thanked him a hung up.

    Dom jumped up and shouted and screamed with glee. A recording contract, the dream of her life staring her right in the face. She wanted to get back on the phone and tell Mr. Parker yes right then, but she knew she was gonna have to tell Terry as well as the rest of the band. As the reality of the situation set in, Dom felt a cold weight settle onto her stomach. She wasn’t sure how to go about telling Terry, let alone the rest of the band that Parker wanted to sign her and not the rest of the group.

    First things first, she had to make some calls. The most important one being to James Parker, who she told she would sign with him.