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girls; we just turned eighteen. And don’t put ideas in his head, because ‘the one’ is light-years away.” Matthew spouts his piece-of-shit speech to AJ. “Our parents didn’t meet until they were older.”
    “I met Porter when I was twelve.”
    “AJ, we don’t discuss your relationship with him,” Matthew reminds her. “That’s not… I’ll shut up.”
    She let out a heavy breath. “Whatever, I’m going to bed. I’ll talk to Port about my music. Not sure how he’ll feel about it. Right now it’s time for me to hit the pillow.”
    “Is he paying you any royalties?” She shakes her head. “Don’t be stupid, Ainsley Janine. I’ll give you time, love you, Princess.”
    We say our goodbyes before I start drilling her on why she is working for him—for free. Or start a fight over what she’s doing. I don’t care that they’re dating, but the guy is making loads of money, and she deserves to receive part of that money.
    “Love you too, JC.” She sounds dejected and sad. “Love you, Matthew. Miss you both.”
    “Love you and miss you,” Matthew adds before ending the call.
    “We don’t have much material finished that is worth selling,” Matthew says after we hang up the phone. “Are you sure we can do this?”
    “We’ll team up with AJ. She’ll come around soon. My plan is to split the earnings among the three of us.” I head to my room and pick up a notebook to start a plan. “This first round might not be worth much, but in the long run it’ll become a small company, and when she doesn’t have time to write, she’ll still get royalties from what either one of us create.”
    MJ stares at my notes, the name of the company, the list of things I have to accomplish to found it, and a reminder to find the power of attorney that AJ gave me before heading to college.
    “We have about eight finished— good —songs,” I remind him. “We can sell three of them that I’m not particularly in love with but are okay. We’ll have to go through the ones AJ sends when she’s convinced about our venture. Hopefully they’re good enough and we can sell a couple more. Whatever else she has can be set as the royalty option. The money from the other five will help us for the first few months while we get our shit together. Then there’s the job Chris offered.”
    “Job?”
    I explain Chris’ offer of training us to scout talent, plus the office work and other tasks Dad might have. A couple of days ago, I thought it’d be easier to flip burgers than be under Dad’s supervision during my free time. Now I’m sold on being part of the recording company.
    “I’m in.” MJ heads to his room to pick up his guitar. “It’s a temporary thing while we finish college. After, we won’t have to worry about the record company.”
    “Agreed.” We shake hands with him after spitting in our palms. “I’ll never work for him again.”

“You hate me,” Matthew groans, resting his head on top of his crossed arms. “Are you sure about taking this class? It’s nine in the morning.”
    “Afraid so,” I reply.
    I’m not thrilled either. Sitting on a small, hard chair for two hours while some dude explains all the shit he claims to know about Economics reminds me of being grounded. The moments when my parents had caught me teasing my sister or talking to them disrespectfully. Usually they’d sit me on the staircase for five minutes while I ‘thought about my behavior’.
    This isn’t much different from the staircase. The large classroom setting has nine different levels. Each level with a large table and ten chairs—our desks. The fluorescent lights and white walls are as welcoming as a hospital waiting room. Cold, sterile, and boring.
    “One year,” I remind him. “We follow the plan and next year we’ll be free.”
    “This sucks,” he mumbles. “College is worse than home. At home, I could take my classes in pajamas and at whatever time was convenient for me . Why do we have to do