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Dedication: invinciblemoonwalker

Chapter 5 ❣︎︎ Contracts!
Selena's POV

California, 1993

Michael wanted me to go on tour with him? This all seemed like a dream come true. I told my parents right away. They wanted AB to act as my manager and go with us. To protect me.

How was dad going to allow me to go on tour? He always tended to worry about me. He meant well though. He had to let me to this. After I made money for us to buy a home then I could afford to go to college.

And study fashion. Open my own chain of stores like I always dreamed I could. Michael believed in me. That was all the faith I needed. I was working on some costumes for the band.

Michael had talked about merch. He would need some ideas. I had my sketch book full of ideas. I was going to need to buy a new sketch book soon it was getting to be so full.

I wanted to get some headshots done soon to. Posters. For the new fans I would make. I would start a fan base. There was so much to consider. I wondered if Michael would give us a professional drum with a band name on it. Selena. Was that the name? The Dinos? Selena and the Dinos? I jotted down a logo with my name and a purple rose under it.

I get the chills thinking of it. Today we were going over the contract. Michael wanted to meet over here. But I was so poor. I did not want him to see where we lived. I was ashamed of it.

We rented this place. Not that he needed to know. But the time I made money we would be out of here and he would never have to lay eyes on this place.

♥☆♥

"Selena, Michael is here" calls out Suzette.

"NO!" I groan.

"What?" she asks me.

"I did not want him to see where we live" I mutter.

"He would not care" she points out.

"Are you ashamed of us Selena?" asks AB.

"No, just of this slum hole" I mutter.

My bedroom door had love beads. Not even a door. I rush to meet Michael so we could get out of here. But when I see him he was chatting away with my mother and father. He had a lawyer with him to. His eyes light up when he spots me come down. 

"Hi Michael we should have met at your place. There is more room. And it was cleaner" I laugh nervously.

"Nonsense" says Michael. "your mother was showing me photos of the band when you were little" he chuckles. "so cute" he says.

I am blushing. "Mom!" I mutter.

"Let's go over this contract" says his lawyer.

We all sit down at the long dinner table. My dad goes over the print with my brother. Then before I know it we are all ready to sign. This was it! I was working with Michael! I was going on tour! So much was happening so fast! 

♥☆♥

"We are all set" Michael tells me. 

"I would like to show you something if you have time" I softly ask. 

"Certainly" he adds.

"Can we talk in private? My room?" I offer. He nods. Then I lead him up to my room. I get out my sketches. I show him. "What do you think? We need a look out fits"

"You are right. I love this! You made these?" he asks me.

"I do yes" I say. "I love making clothing"

"You are really good at this" he brags on me.

"I hope one day to own my own chain of clothing line stores" I tell him. "I would like to have woman wearing my label"

"I can see that. So music was not your first choice to get into?" he asks me.

"My dad got us into music and it has always been a part of me" I say.

"Oh, my dad got my brothers and I singing to" he adds. "How I started to"

"What would you have done if you had not sang?" I wonder. "if you had a choice?"

"Me? I never gave it much thought. Music has always been my world." he tells me. "I do love helping others in need. Kids" he says. 

"Wow you are a very giving person" I say.

"I like to try. The fans gave me everything I have. I like to give back to them" he points out.

He was so amazing.

"Michael, we have to get going" calls out his lawyer.

"Sorry, we can talk more later" he promises me. "I have to go"

He touches my arm then smiles before heading out of my bedroom.

♥☆♥

I smile as I sit back down. Michael did not have a lot of time for hardly anyone. I felt bad. Did he ever slow down? Have time for himself?

Was I still a maid? Or was that over with? I was sure it was. Seeing as he wanted me on tour with him. I was thrilled to be going on tour. Dad was even on board with this.

It was all so exciting. 

"What did he say? Did he like your ideas?" wonders Suzette as she comes in my room.

"He liked them! He said I have a lot of talent in my ideas" I brag.

"You know you are going to need a fan club once the tour begins. Someone to run things. Send autographs to fans" says Suzette.

"You know I was thinking the same thing. We need headshots done" I tell her.

She nods. "Chris has a friend. He can do photos. Chris had them done for his band's poster awhile back"

"Get on it!" I tell her.

"CHRIS" calls out Suzette.

"I am deaf! What?" he laughs as he comes up to join us.

"We need the name of the photographer who did your band's posters" explains Suzette. 

"I will get a hold of Scuzz" says Chris.

"Wait what kind of name is Scuzz?" l laugh.

"A nickname that is what. He is the best photographer in this area. His photos have won awards" brags Chris.

"Well, we can't be picky. Call him up" I decide.

Chris heads downstairs to make a phone call.

What outfits should I wear in my photos? I begin to go though clothing in my closet. I needed to make some new clothing. But I was out of funds for funds to get supplies right now.

♥☆♥

"Here sis" says Suzette. She hands me some money.

"What is that?" I ask.

"My birthday money. I was saving it for something but we need it. And you can pay me back. Make us some rad outfits" says Suzette.

She makes sure I keep the money. We smile.

"I promise I will" I add.

"I know you will" she says.

We go to Hobby Lobby. And Jo Ann Fabric. Getting supplies for outfits. I get to creating. Then Chris has an apt made to get head shots done later that week.

I wanted to make a outfit like Madonna's or Cher. Something fabulous. Something that would make me stand out. Then I spend most of my time working on outfits inside of working on music.

A day or so later we were trying on outfits.

"Selena are you sure this looks alright?" worries Suzette. "I look like a beached whale" she worries.

"No, you look fine that is the style" I tell her.

"Alright let's get some photos on the beach out here" says Scuzz.

We drive out to the board walk. Scuzz takes a lot of photos of me.

"Why so many of me not the band?" I ask.

"Once people get to know you then tend to focus on the lead singer not the band" he warns me. "you will be in the spotlight"

"Oh" I reply.

"He is right" says Chris. "happens all the time"

"They do not focus on girl drummers" laughs Suzette.

I blush. "Fine, fine, get some more photos in" I agree.

We have fun in the sun taking photos. People watch us curiously as we have a blast while doing it. This was happening. We formed a band. We made a cd. We were going on tour this was all surreal. I could hardly believe it was so real. But it all was. It was not a dream.

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