<span style="font-weight: bold">The agent hissed back at her. He hated women telling him what to do. Expecially foreign women. He glares at her but then starts to back down from the intensity of her glare. He took in a sharp inhaling of breath. And stared at her. He couldn't say anything or argue this fact with her. "My apologies Your Majesty." he says icily through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>He had to fight to not back down totally to the firey eyed woman who had her fists clenched by her side. He listens to her. His eyes narrow. "That is robbery!" he protests. Stopping as soon as she tapped the tip of his nose with her fingernail. His eyes go from fear to shocked fear. Then he visually pales. And he lets this ultimatium process. His eyes wide how did she...? Did she know? He couldn't risk it. "Fine." he says acidly. "You win <span style="font-style: italic">Your Majesty</span>" he says her title almost sarcastically.<br/><br/>(will include contract in next post)<br/><br/>And he pulls out Adonis's contract and grudgingly puts his Johnny Handcock on the ending of his ownership and signs that it is now in anothers possession. "You sign here." he says. And thrust the contract into her hands. And storms off. "I'll be leaving your country now." he says and vanishes into the shadows.</span><br/>Adonis sings his exit song. And then pauses and waits til the echoing sound of the very last chords note finished ringing out. Waited until it vanished into that void of silence. Breathing a bit. And begins bowing. He heads backstage. Slowly as he unhooks his guitar(see pic below) and slings it back over his shoulder.<br/><br/>Walking behind the curtain he blinks and looks around. While he hated James, his agent, he didn't know what to do otherwise. He wonders where that evil jerk was anyways. He continues towards his guitar case. Calling out as he pulls out the cleaning items and cleans it. "James? Where are you now?" he asks. His normal voice as sexy as his singing voice.<br/><br/>"James?" he calls out. Now sounding a bit worried. As he was now wondering if he'd been ditched for some reason. Wouldn't be the first time. And he would be the one at fault this time as well.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/guitarBG.jpg">[ img ]</a>