Two Way Street - Chapter Nineteen

“You get it, I’ll deal with the washing,” she offered. She took the laundry bag into the shower and ran the water, rinsing and wringing out the lighter items before draping them over the shower curtain rail. Owen’s jeans would need to wait until they next stopped, the rail would not take their wet-weight.

“No way,” he was saying with excitement as she re-entered the main cabin, moving down the center aisle between the bunk beds and pausing by the spare bunk to tidy its contents. “Seriously? That is just… Everyone is just going to… Yeah, I know… Okay… Okay we can do that… Yeah, send the details through… Hey, thanks man. Really.”

He sat down heavily on the couch and stared at his phone after he disconnected, his face slackened by shock.

“Owen?” She asked, concerned by the expression on his face.

“Aaron says the A&R of the label wants to see us,” he said. “Which is pretty much a given that we have got a contract.”

“Seriously?”

“Loved the demo, apparently,” he looked like he would cry. Sh