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pan6467 · 04-13-2005, 07:30 AM

Sean Christopher was outside his Lexington, Ohio home playing tennis with his son as his lovely wife came walking toward them phone in hand.

"Honey, it's some guy from Zamprata records, he says he needs to talk to you," she said.

He ran off the court and took the phone from her as he kissed her, in a way that she missed.

"Hello, Sean here."

"So good to get a hold of you Mr. Christopher. Frank Stafford here, with Zamprata records. Do you have a moment?" Came the reply from the other end.

Sean didn't recognize the British accent but he hadn't talked to anyone from the label since that last concert, the concert he said farewell to his fans and best friends at. He had to because the rock star life was killing him and the respect he had for the band members that were family to him.

"Sure, after all you helped me make the money to pay for this."

"Mr, Christopher, may I call you Sean?"

"Please."

"Well, like I said, I'm Frank Stafford at Zamprata Records and well, we have found that your band owes us one more album. Now, we realize this is just a formality, but we need you to come in this Friday and sign an affadavit stating that the band nor you plan to release any new material."

Sean laughed. "I haven't even picked up a guitar since that last concert man, let alone try to write any music."

"I know, but it is something we need to close off our books."

"I see, well.... " Sean hesitated, "Friday, huh?"

"Yes sir."

"I can be there, I guess." He hesitated then asked, half scared of the answer half waiting in anticipation for a positive answer to it. "Have you talked to J.C, Phil or any of the other guys?"

"Well, you are my second call, I did get a hold of J.C. and he'll be there."

Sean wanted so badly to ask how J.C. was but couldn't, besides it sounded like they'd see each other Friday.

"So, Sean I'll send you plane tickets and have a hotel ready for you to spend the weekend here in L.A. I do have one more question. Do you know how I can reach any of the others?"

"Well, the Sandels last I heard had a bar going in Phoenix and Phil........ I can't answer for. After that last show and the fight, none of us really have talked to each other."

"I see, well thank you, Sean and I'll see you Friday at 3PM?"

"I'll be there, but you may want security around ...... you know we had that reputation as fighters and destroyers."

Frank laughed a polite laugh on the other end as he hung up.

"Perhaps, I can take the family to Disneyland and use that as an excuse for going," Sean thought as he tried to figure out how to explain the trip to his wife.
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04-13-2005, 07:30 AM	#2 (permalink)
pan6467 Lennonite Priest Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA	Sean Christopher was outside his Lexington, Ohio home playing tennis with his son as his lovely wife came walking toward them phone in hand. "Honey, it's some guy from Zamprata records, he says he needs to talk to you," she said. He ran off the court and took the phone from her as he kissed her, in a way that she missed. "Hello, Sean here." "So good to get a hold of you Mr. Christopher. Frank Stafford here, with Zamprata records. Do you have a moment?" Came the reply from the other end. Sean didn't recognize the British accent but he hadn't talked to anyone from the label since that last concert, the concert he said farewell to his fans and best friends at. He had to because the rock star life was killing him and the respect he had for the band members that were family to him. "Sure, after all you helped me make the money to pay for this." "Mr, Christopher, may I call you Sean?" "Please." "Well, like I said, I'm Frank Stafford at Zamprata Records and well, we have found that your band owes us one more album. Now, we realize this is just a formality, but we need you to come in this Friday and sign an affadavit stating that the band nor you plan to release any new material." Sean laughed. "I haven't even picked up a guitar since that last concert man, let alone try to write any music." "I know, but it is something we need to close off our books." "I see, well.... " Sean hesitated, "Friday, huh?" "Yes sir." "I can be there, I guess." He hesitated then asked, half scared of the answer half waiting in anticipation for a positive answer to it. "Have you talked to J.C, Phil or any of the other guys?" "Well, you are my second call, I did get a hold of J.C. and he'll be there." Sean wanted so badly to ask how J.C. was but couldn't, besides it sounded like they'd see each other Friday. "So, Sean I'll send you plane tickets and have a hotel ready for you to spend the weekend here in L.A. I do have one more question. Do you know how I can reach any of the others?" "Well, the Sandels last I heard had a bar going in Phoenix and Phil........ I can't answer for. After that last show and the fight, none of us really have talked to each other." "I see, well thank you, Sean and I'll see you Friday at 3PM?" "I'll be there, but you may want security around ...... you know we had that reputation as fighters and destroyers." Frank laughed a polite laugh on the other end as he hung up. "Perhaps, I can take the family to Disneyland and use that as an excuse for going," Sean thought as he tried to figure out how to explain the trip to his wife. ======================================================= __________________ I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"