Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned...

I had been to the offices of American Talent International a couple of times before. I was always impressed with what occurred there, and the many groups that they represented. There were numerous Gold and Platinum records lining the walls in the offices of agents that worked there, and everytime I had been there I had seen musicians who were role models to me, walking the halls. I was always a little bit in awe of the place, and that this agency was interested in my band. I had always been treated cordially there when I had stopped in. This time, things felt very different..an indifference from them, as if I wasn't even there. I waited outside of Annie's office for about fifteen minutes, which was unusual. In the past, I had been ushered in within a minute or two. I guessed that people there were aware of what had transpired over the weekend. It all just made me even more uncomfortable. When I was finally told "Annie will see you now," and walked into her office, any cordiality I had experienced in the past was noticeably absent. She asked me what she could do for me in a very business-like way, and the first thing I did was to try to apologize for the pain she was feeling as a result of the weekend. She said she was fine. But it just reopened the wound all over again. Maybe if I had said to her that I had reconsidered..I might have had a different response from her..but I doubt it. She was not hearing anything from me. When I asked her about the meeting with Tony Oteda, she told me that she hadn't heard from him since that first call, and that unless he contacted her, she wasn't going to pester him about it. She then looked me in the eye and said "you know, you guys aren't as good as you think you are,"and at that moment, I knew. Even if Tony had called before about us..she was going to be very vindictive. I knew that all of her influence that in the past had been used to help the band, was now going to be used to thwart it, and Annie's reach was long. She asked if there was anything else, as she was "very busy". I just looked at her, got up and told her that I didn't think so. I said goodbye to her and walked out. As I walked down to the elevators, I realized fully, for the first time, the meaning of the phrase "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"...