Failed possibility.

Mark's studio album dropped on Friday afternoon exactly the time of 12:13 Pm, his only hope was for his new debut album to perform at least better than the other albums he had released in the past. He and Ben sat down in the studio with a red cup in their hands, they had a bottle of beer they need to drink up. They filled up their cups with beer and began conversing as they sipped slowly,

"The album has been released finally, I just hope it's gonna perform better than the ones we have released in the past". Ben said as he sipped his beer.

"Yh, I hope so too". Mark stated.

They finished up their cups of beer, filled it up once more, and began conversing once again as they sipped on,

"Can I listen to the beat you talked about on phone yesterday"? Ben inquired.

"Yh, surely". Mark responded as he brought out his phone and played the beat.

Ben nodded his head as he listened to the beat, he was feeling the beat immensely that he had to comment nicely to it.

"Wow! this beat and sound is one of a kind, what a vibe". Ben stated with an enthusiastic voice and an open smile.

"The beat is truly one of a kind, too much sauce, and vibe, too bad, I don't know the sender". Mark said as he filled up his cup once more.

"Who knows, maybe the sender is a secret fan of your music, after we finish this bottle of beer, we gonna work on the new song you have in store with the beat, so don't get drunk". Ben stated as he filled up his empty cup also.

"Surely, I won't get drunk". Mark added.

They finished up the bottle of beer and began working on the song and beat. Ben played the beat as Mark puts on the studio's headphone and began oozing out nice lyrics as he vibes to the cool beat and sound. Mark had already written the whole lyrics to the song, so it took them just about 35 minutes to record the whole song. After the recording was completed, ben mixed the song well and made sure it was flawless. The newly recorded song was titled 'That feeling', it was such a cool vibe to listen to.

"I wanna switch to another record label if it's possible, I wanna talk to my boss about it". Mark said removing the headphone from his head as he sat down.

"Like seriously"? Ben inquired looking a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I just have the feeling that if I sign into another label, there is a high possibility that I might blow up as an artiste". Mark responded.

"Hmmm, that might be true, but the problem is that your contract with your current label isn't over yet". Ben said.

Mark stood up from the chair, walked over to the wall, and rested his back on it, he glanced at Ben, nodded his head a bit, and said,

"Yeah, that might be a very big problem, that's why I want to try negotiating with my boss to see if it's possible to overlook the contract, he is fed up with me because am not making much money for the label and I haven't blown up since I got signed to the label, so he might let me go".

"That's a fact, he might agree to it and overlook the contract". Ben stated with a convincing look.

"I think I should head over to his house right now, I don't want to talk to him on a phone call, I want us to talk face to face, it would be much better". Mark uttered.

"Yeah, you should go now, he is a busy man and a traveler, he can travel at any time and might not come back until after a year, so use your chance". Ben said jokingly.

Mark smiled as he walked over to the door, opened it and glanced back at Ben asking him a question,

"Ain't you gonna leave the studio"?

"Naaah, not yet, I don't have many activities to indulge in today, so I wanna produce some cool beats here, I am gonna be producing some artiste songs with those beats".

"Ok, see you later". Mark said ending the conversation.

He arrived at his boss' building panting a bit, he trekked all the way from the studio down to his boss' house. He trekked not because he was short of funds to board a taxi, he was in his trekking mood, he just felt like trekking. His boss' house was such a nice view to glance on, a well built and decorated bungalow. The house wasn't fenced and gated at all, so it was easier for him to move over to the main door of the building to knock. The door was opened by his boss's wife, she was well acquainted with him, she had seen him a few times and they got to know each other, so she recognized him immediately.

"Mark, how are you"? She asked with concern.

"Am fine ma, how are you doing too"? He asked trying to show and return the concern also.

"Am good, you came to see my husband right"? She questioned.

"Yeah, is he in"? he asked

"Yes, come inside". She said paving way for him to enter with a welcome smile on her face.

He entered and sat down on one of the couch, he could hear her voice calling on her husband,

"Gary, Gary, Mark visited, he is waiting for you in the parlor".

Within two minutes, Gary was already with him in the parlor, his face looked like the face of a person that was just wakened from sleep,

"Oh! Mark, why the sudden visit, any problem"? His boss' asked him scratching his eyes.

"No sir, no problem, I just want to discuss a few things with you". Mark responded.

"Ok, should I offer you anything"? His boss inquired of him.

"No sir, thank you, am ok". Mark answered rejecting the offer.

The room was filled with silence for about a minute before Gary broke the silence,

"So, what is it that you want to discuss with me"? Gary asked him.

"Sir, it is regarding your record label which I am signed to, I want to switch and get signed to another label if it is possible". Mark answered him with a face that says 'Would he agree'.

Gary sat up on the couch immediately he heard Mark's word, his facial expression changed and was not welcoming at all, he stretched his ear rounding his palms on it as he said,

"Can you repeat what you just said"?

Mark wasn't sure of what this discussion between him and his boss would turn out into, but he had a feeling that his boss wouldn't agree to his proposal,

"I want to switch and get signed to another record label if it is possible". Mark stated repeating his words.

"Like seriously, have you forgotten the contract, it's a seven years contract, three more years to go, so you can't sign into another label". Gary stated with a serious look written all over his face.

"But sir, you.....

"If I may ask, why do you want to switch to another record label"? Gary asked him cutting his words short.

"I might become successful and famous if I sign to another label, I feel your label's promotion and distribution system isn't strong enough to blow up an artiste, maybe that's why I have been an upcoming artiste for four years now". Mark said explaining himself.

"You ain't the first artiste to get signed into my record label, Tracy and bossy blew up as an artiste in my label before they went on to create their own record label, Pascal isn't that famous, but at least, he isn't an upcoming artiste anymore, he is an underground artiste and he is making more money for the label and himself than the one you are making". Gary said.

"That is more reason for you to let me go sign to another record label since am not making much money for the label". Mark uttered.

"But at least, you are making money for the label no matter how small". Gary stated.

A bit of anger was already forming in Mark's heart as he heard those words coming from his boss, his boss really knows how to get on his nerves and make him angry. The anger in him made him utter some words he didn't really mean to say,

"Ain't you concerned about my success as an artiste, you are just concerned about the little money I am making for you, that's unfair".

Gary stood up from the couch, he wasn't in the mood for much talk, he uttered his last words before heading straight into his room,

"You can't switch to another record label, that's final".

Mark sat there on the couch not knowing what to do, the fact that his boss didn't agree to his proposal wasn't that unexpected to him. The fact that his boss's concern was only on the money he was making for him and his label was what was making him dumbstruck.

He stood up from the couch heading out of the house immediately. He felt his stomach rumbling, he was hungry, he headed over to his favorite restaurant.