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Chapter 9
Smiling, Galen said, “I hope so. I want to apologize for barging in here the way I did.” “You don‘t have to apologize. On the contrary, I thank you for bringing us such a
wonderful song. I‘m going to call your mother and tell her that I‘ve got your song,” said Robinson.
Galen walked out of the office and went downstairs to the lobby. There was a vending machine right beside the main door. He pulled his wallet out of the pocket of his pants, opened it up, and pulled out a one-dollar bill. Then, he placed it in the vending machine and selected a pack of peanut-flavored M&M‘s. He tore open the top of the package with his hands, closed up his wallet and put in back in the pocket of his pants. Then, he placed the bag of M&M‘s over his mouth and ate a few candies on his way out of the building.
Robinson called Pamela, Galen‘s mother, at work. Pamela was the president of a cosmetics company, the third most-successful cosmetics company in the world. The phone rang at Pamela‘s office.
Pamela answered the phone. “This is Pamela Martin, President of Clarity Cosmetics. How may I help you?”
“Are you the mother of Galen Philip Martin?”
Worried that it was a cop wanting to talk to her about something Galen did wrong, Pamela said, “Yes,” in a broken tone.
“This is Robinson Bennett from Bennett Records. I wanted to talk to you about a song that Galen just gave me. I‘m sorry does he go by the name Galen or Philip?”
“He goes by the name Philip because his father‘s name is Galen Philip Martin, also, and his grandfather, also, my father in law,” Pamela said, relieved and thrilled that a renowned record producer was talking to her about her son‘s song.
“Philip‘s son is great. However, I‘m going to fax you a document in which you authorize or don‘t authorize us to use the song,” said Robinson while he wrote up the document in the computer.
“Of course I will authorize it!” she said, excited.
Although the document was twenty pages long with all the clauses and regulations, Robinson typed it in less than two minutes. “Ok, I just finished writing it up. I am going to fax it to you.” He was loading the document into the fax component of the all-in-one machine. “If you have any questions, please email me before you sign.”
Pamela‘s all in one was receiving Robinson‘s fax. “Ok,” she said. “In the meantime, I‘m going to let you go because you‘re busy.” Pamela laughed. “You‘re busy, too.”
“All right, Mrs. Martin, I‘ll be looking out of your emails and responding to them.” Pamela started reading the document and said, “I‘m sure I won‘t have to email you.” “Goodbye, Mrs. Martin,” Robinson said and hung up.
Pamela took a few minutes of her time to read the document in its entirety. This is not only a request for authorization for use of the song it’s also a contract for my son to write songs for Bennett Records! Oh, my goodness…!
“I hid information from her,” Robinson said to his right-hand man, Walter. “When she reads the document, she won‘t sign.”