Here take him a Panini with some prosciutto and mozzarella with some black olives.
“Thank you papa, Ciao.’
Rosina placed the Panini on the seat of the car then drove back home. Jim was on the phone to Richard when she came in and he was trying to get the copyright pushed through as quickly as possible. Richard assured him that it would be taken care of later that day.
“Nice one Richard I will push on and get a record deal RCA are looking for new songs so I’m going to drive down to London this afternoon.’
Good luck said Richard.’
“Won’t need it; bye.’
“Rosina will you look after Dawn and tell her that I’m going down to London to sort out our new song. Tell her I will give her a call when I get there.’
Here take these sandwiches with you and make sure that you stop on the way down for a break and eat them. I am taking Dawn to meet my papa tonight at the restaurant so we will have dinner out. We should be home by nine thirty no later.
“Okay Cara; I will phone you later. Don’t forget to fill the tank up with petrol it was nearly on empty yesterday.’
“Will do Rosina, Ciao.’
Jim got into his car then drove off. It would be a four and a half hour drive down to London then he had to find a parking space. London was always busy with traffic these days and there seemed to be more and more cars on the road.
He pulled in at a petrol station and filled up then bought himself a can of Pepsi and placed it on the seat where the sandwiches were.’
He drove out of the station then headed south. He had converted the song onto an eight track then pushed it into the player in his car. The more he played the song the more he liked it.’ He tried out a few different harmonies with the song and thought that was something else he could do with it.’
He stopped off in Leeds in the car park and sat and ate his sandwiches and drank his Pepsi. Looking at his watch it was now just gone one o’clock he had another three hours to drive so he got straight back onto the motorway and put his foot down.
He reached Sheffield and then carried on there was a slow build up of traffic and Jim needed to avoid it if he was to make the recording studio before closing.’
He pushed on and got past a large articulated lorry that was blocking the road he got into London at ten past four. He drove around and was lucky to squeeze in to a parking space as someone was leaving. He fed the parking meter then headed across the road to the RCA studio’s running up the several flights of stars until he got to the top floor he went in.
At the reception he told the girl with a broad cockney twang that he was Jim Gales and that Tony Husband was expecting him.’
She chewed away on some Wrigley’s chewing gum as she rang the office.
“You can go through now Mr Gales he is the third door on your left.’
Jim hurried through the corridor then found the door he was looking for he knocked then entered.’
“Hello Jim; Tony Husband he said as he thrust out his hand.
Tony was tall and thin with wavy black hair combed like some Estonian college student. Jim shook his hand and got straight to business. Look Tony I’m looking to put out a new record. I’ve got a recording that I made last night it needs polishing but the song is good.