Contracts? There are TWO?

[boldbecca]

Becca had called a house meeting. The band had two contracts to look over and decide between. She, of course, had her favourite. Not that that mattered, but she thought it was the best of the two, and she'd gently guide them that direction, but in the end the final decision was theirs

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[curiouslycasper]

"I have no fucking idea what you're on about," he admitted, putting his hands up in surrender and laughing softly. Though two million was a lot of money. "How much are the other guys offering?" he asked. It wasn't all about the money after all, but the option to actually own the cd's they produced was attractive.

[keyboardgenius]

Judge picked up the first contract, reading over it as his head tilted to the side and then he glanced at second one. "Option B is offering a lot more perks but it might be a cost." Not as much money. As Caz asked what the other guy was offering, he glanced up curiously and arched a brow.

[boldbecca]

She grinned widely. "Well, how does $400,000 sound? Each. Every year of the contract? That's roughly $7700 a week. I won't even have to take a cut, because your manager is written into the contract too." She grinned, pointing out the clause that afforded her $200,000 a year.

[curiouslycasper]

Caz blinked, his eyes widening and his mouth opening and closing a few times. From going from having no money to eat or put gas in the van to the prospect of $7700 a week made his heart clench. "Fuck me..." he mumbled.