Stinson looks confused.

"You think that's important? Aimee, you are a pretty girl. Just because you're not out there in a bikini and short skirts to promote your music doesn't take away from that. It just means that you have more credibility as an artist."

"No. Not at all. I know what people want and that's an artist that has talent and skills and credibility."

He smiles.

"That is why I would like to offer you a deal. How about...three albums with unlimited singles? We back you with all the money we need for everything, including videos and tours. We even provide flights and tour buses. Not many labels give you all that."

Stinson smiles a little at her reaction.

"You know it genuinely makes me feel happy to see someone so pleased to be given a chance. It's the best part of my job. No doubt at all. You deserve it."

Stinson smiles and nods.

"That's understandable. Give me a second and ill go get your contract."

Stinson comes in and smiles at her. He sits back down and slides the first piece of paper towards her.

"Ok so this one is like your actual recording contract. It basically says that you will record three albums for us and that we will fund all of your studio time, PR, marketing, touring, singles, videos and merchandise. I'll explain this one in a second when we tie this one up."

He slides her a pen.

Stinson smiles as she reads it and then takes the contract back from her before he signs his own name alongside hers to make it official.

He then pulls out another sheet and chuckles a little. "Now...this one...what it is, is you make a decent percentage from the sales of your records and stuff, and if you do we'll in the charts and stuff, you will genuinely end up being a very rich person. However, at the start, it takes a while for sales to come in and we don't want you to be poor when you're recording."

He turns the paper around and puts his hand over it.

"For that reason, Scott decided a while back that we offer our acts a signing on fee of sorts that means you have money to live off. Like a starting wage. It's your money, straight into your bank to do what you want with. Now....don't be surprised when I show you the value, you know how rich the boss is, and he just likes to make sure that his acts can represent the label well by living the high life until they are earning big bucks from their record sales."

He slides the piece of paper with the details for her signing on fee on it, and the pen to sign it with, before he lifts his hand, showing the figure of $1,000,000.

Stinson nods.

"We'll we normally leave that down to the number of tracks. If its got five or less we normally don't count it as one of the albums."

He then laughs when he sees her reaction to the money on offer.

"Generous? No, he's more just mega rich and a flash bastard. He loves to show off his money. He's probably made more than that today already." He chuckles. "But hey if he wants to flash the cash then we as his employees can take advantage of that no problem, right?" He smiles. "But seriously though, that money will be yours and you should enjoy it."

Stinson smiles.

"Alright we'll just sign on the dotted line there and the cheque will be all yours."

Stinson takes the paper and then signs his own name. He then takes the company chequebook and writes Aimee a cheque for $1 million which signs and then stands up. He smiles.

"It still feels cool to write cheques for this much money."

He holds his hand out to shake her's."

Stinson smiles and hands her her cheque.

"I very much look forward to working with you. I'm sure we're all going to make a lot of money together and I think you're going to make some fantastic music."