Recycled Tuesdays and the Record Company

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Will sighed. "Can you all just get ready?" he asked exsaspertated. "I'm going outside. When I come back in, I want you all to be ready." He left, going outside to wait for the record manager.
 
"Permission to speak sir!," Blake said to Will scrunching up his face in an attempt not to burst out laughing. this was his way of dealing with stress...making fun of it.
 
"If I come back here and you guys aren't ready to play, you will all be in big trouble." Will said, his voice strained.

Kirby sighed, folding her arms over her chest. Her stomach was bubbling with anxiety
 
"Can we just get ready?" Kirby asked.

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As Will stepped into the parkinglot, a black Honda Civic pulled in. Will smiled, here he was. The car parked and the record company's talent agent stepped out.
"You must be Will," he said, flashing him a big smile. Will nodded, a smile pulling at his own mouth.
"Yes, and you're Pete." The man grinned even wider.
"Can't hide that fact. Are they here?" Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III asked, looking around.
"Yeah, they're inside, practicing."
"Perfect. Then let's go talk to them," he said, zippering his signature hoodie and following Will inside.
 
"Everyone, this is Pete Wentz, co-owner of DecayDance records," Will said as they entered. Pete waved, flashing his famous grin.

Kirby glanced at Blake and fought a grin.
 
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