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David stared at his fingers, trying to get his head wrapped around the phone call that he had just received.
"Hey, Dave, it's John Bongiovi, and I've got a proposition for you."
"John? What is it?"
"I want you in my band."
"John, what? I'm in school right now, do you want me to give up Julliard for--"
"We might have a record deal."
"But John--"
"Think about it, and gimme a call back."
"Wait!"
But it was too late. John had already hung up, and Dave was left listening to rhythmic beeping of the dial tone. He put the phone down and took a seat at his piano, setting his elbows down on the keys and creating a loud, rather unpleasant noise.
'No one in school would've liked that.' he thought, grinning to himself as he imagined the looks he would've gotten if he had done that in front of his instructors. He sighed, re-positioning his arms so that his fingers were on the keys instead. Soon after, he found himself playing the familiar tune of his former band's Waiting For Your Reply.
He had quit the band to go to med school, and he quit med school for Julliard. Was he really going to give that up for another band that might just turn out to be just as big a disaster as the first one?
"We might have a record deal."
The words began to replay themselves over and over again in David's head as the song came to a close. When it ended, so did decision making time.
"Ah, screw it." he muttered, gently kicking the chair aside to make way for him to move the heck out of there and towards the phone.
This was going to be a good one.