<🎧 Song Recommendation: Alone by Marshmallow>
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Noah didn't buy his praise, so he let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "Right. So you can steal that one, too? I'm not doing it. I'm done with music."
"In return for your time," Von continued, completely ignoring Noah's refusal, "Absolute Records will pay you a fifteen-thousand-dollar flat feature fee upfront. We cover your flights, we put you up in a luxury hotel in South Beach for the week, and you get a five percent writing split on the backend royalties of the song."
Noah's breath caught in his throat.
Fifteen thousand dollars. He stood paralyzed in the freezing alleyway. That was more money than he will make pouring drinks in an entire year. That was enough to pay off his legal debts, move out of his roach-infested apartment, and actually breathe again.
Plus backend royalties on a Billboard Top 3 artist's debut album? It was a golden lottery ticket being handed to him by the man he hated most in the world.
