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Post by scott on Feb 4, 2007 19:41:27 GMT -5
Scott looks out of his hotel room window. The New York skyline is lit with bright lights. He runs his finger over his brow, thinking to himself.
This is the part I hate the most. Waiting. The ink is dry on my contract, and still no word on when the 1st show's gonna be taking place. Gallas went on and signed Simon Fierhart AND Chris Lionheart did he? I'll be damned if I get shown up by a pair of over the hill losers. I don't care HOW good they are. And Marcus Samson? Adam Devlin? Who the hell are these guys? XWA is gonna be MY spotlight, no one elses. But that's not going to happen until things get up and running...
He turns away from the window, walking back to the middle of the room.
I need to make a statement. Something that's going to put me ahead of the curve. I'VE GOT IT!!! Scott, you're a damn genius I tell ya.
Scott grabs his coat and bolts out of the door. His distination, XWA's corperate headquaters.
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