19 Chapter 19

“Maybe.” Lewis yawns, the sound like a roar through the phone line. “I’m going back to bed. Is he calling you tomorrow?”

“Hope so. I gave him my card.” Actually, Paul hopes he calls for a repeat of tonight’s performance and not necessarily just a contract. He wants to ask if Lewis knows of anyone Adam’s seeing but that would sound a little obvious, wouldn’t it? Just slightly. “I think you’d like their sound, Lew. It’s tight, real tight. I think they’d be good on our label.”

“We’ll see,” Lewis says with another yawn. “Get him in the studio if you can. Lay down a few tracks, let me listen to them. And don’t call me this late again. I don’t care if you sign Kurt Cobain, just let me sleep.”

“He’s dead,” Paul points out.