After you got confused and accidentally signed up for a cat-themed band, your friends Trish, Dez, and Austin were trying to get you out, talking it over with the lady who signed you the contract, Val.

"Well, perhaps your manager should have read the fine print before you signed this," Val said, turning to Trish. Trish scoffed.

"Nobody reads the fine print. It's like reading the employee handbook when you get a new job."

"Yeah!" Dez said unhelpfully.

"But I don't wanna be a part of this," you argued. Austin stood at your back, looking at Val. "You're not really gonna make me do something I don't wanna do, are you?"

"Mm. I can make you do whatever I want. According to this contract, I own you," Val said smugly.

While you argued with Trish, Austin grabbed the contract from Val's hands and ripped it up, throwing the pieces on the ground. "What contract?"

"Sweetie," Val tutted at him, "I have six more copies at home, a copy on my computer and I've already faxed a copy to my lawyer."

"See you at the show!" Val said triumphantly. "And every show, for the next five years, Wicked Kitty." She cackled and threw the pieces of paper in the air as she strutted off.

Austin brushed a piece of paper from your hair, trying his best to be comforting. But you were stuck.