They guys were finalising their decisions on which bands and soloists they wanted to sign.
"They were so manufactured." Taylor replied. "Ok, I'll give them credit, whoever's voice it is on the demo can sing, and the kids performing are very good at lip syncing."
"Yeah. I thought you would have spotted that when you first encountered them Zac." Isaac added.
Zac shrugged.
"I didn't see them perform. One of their mates gave me the demo. So, that's Frostbite out then."
The phone rang.
"Now what about..." Zac checked the list. "Google Eye Glasses?"
"Taylor?" Rita called. "It's for you."
"Who is it?"
"It's ahh, it's the mental institute."
"The mental - what the heck do they want?"
Rita shrugged and handed him the phone.
"Who were the Google Eye Glasses again? I recognise the name..." Isaac asked.
"They did that really funny 'key' song. You know, with the monkeys, donkeys, turkeys and so on."
"Oh yeah. I know who they are now. I like that song. Especially the bit about the Monkees and Mickey."
Zac snickered.
"Yeah, me too."
"They're definitely a good band. They have my vote."
"Mine -"
"What!" Taylor exploded.
Everyone looked at him.
"Yes I heard that. I'm not freaking deaf... well of course I want one done! Immediately would be good."
Rita gave him a curious, but concerned, look.
"Yeah ok..." Taylor had calmed down slightly. "Fine. Next Thursday at four? ... Yeah, I know where it is... yeah, whatever... bye."
"Tay? What is it?" Rita asked.
Taylor slumped down back on his seat before he answered.
"That damn psycho is pregnant."