30 The Third Reward (2/2)

”Just try your best. I can't expect more than that. Also, give me a copy of the Christina's song. Actually, make me a dozen copies or so.”

Mark creates a dozen copies in the form of cassette tapes for you.

”You're going to look for a publisher?”

”Nah, but you can try and find one if you like. Let them listen to the song and they will go nuts over it, probably. You can charge them whatever you think is appropriate. As for me. I'm going to send these copies to radio station around town.”

You tell Mark before the cassette tapes vanish in your hand. You just stash them in your Inventory.

”The fuck? How did you do that?”

You smirk. ”A magician never reveals his secret.”

Mark winces at you as the cassette tapes appear back in your palm before vanishing again. You did a few more times just to annoy him before waving him goodbye.

”Fucking showoff.”

You hear Mark cursing you as you left the recording room. You head outside to your car.

Once inside your car, you pop one of the cassette tapes into the player to listen to Christina repeatedly as you drive to the closest office supplies store and printing shop.

You need to print some business cards and buy some office supplies.

You got the business card easily since it didn't need to overly decorative. Just the name of your studio slash company – Delight Entertainment – and your name and position. All on a white background, no logo.

You should have gotten these business card a long time ago, likely just to spam at major companies in Hollywood.

As for office supplies, you need some envelopes, papers and pen. You pay for them instead of putting them in your Inventory and walking out of the store afterwards. That would be stealing.

You did stash the office supplies into your Inventory when you are outside of the store.

It is easier than having to carry them over to your car.

Your Inventory is useful that way.

People who saw stuffs magically vanishes in your hands are bewildered. You simply smile at them and be on your way. Let them think whatever. They cannot prove it one way or another.

You drive to the post office afterwards. There, you package each tape into an envelope with a letter of introduction. You address the envelope to some of the major radio stations in Los Angeles, such as KCRW, KDAY, KNAC, KROQ, KXLU, KCBS, KSWD – that is a lot of K.

You send one to ALT 98.7 just to stop yourself from being radio-cist.

By the time you are done, it is late evening and you are hungry.

You decide to drop by a pizza joint on your way home to have dinner.

After parking your car, you take out the golden chest from your Inventory. It is the reward you gained for producing your first song.

You wonder what kind of reward you get. You hope it is better than that black notebook sitting in your Inventory. Maybe it is a new skill.

You slowly open the chest, only to find it is emptied.

You open the chest fully and found that there is an emoji with tongue out carved into the bottom.

”What the!?”

The golden chest vanishes.

”What the fuck!?”