I went into my bedroom and lay on the bed. I was completely bushed.I hadn’t felt so depressed in years. From the Californian Recording Studios, I had driven to R.C.A. There they had admired Rima’s voice, but when I began to talk about a five thousand dollar advance they eased me out so fast I hadn’t a chance to argue with them.I had gone to two of the bigger agents who also showed interest, but when they heard Rima was under contract to me they brushed me off in a way that made my ears burn.The fact that Rima had gone out depressed me further. She had known I was going to see Shirely, and yet she hadn’t bothered to wait in to find out the result of the interview. She had been certain nothing would come of it. Bleak experience had already taught her that any effort of mine to get her somewhere was so much waste of time. That thought depressed me even more.I now had to face the problem of what I was going to do.I was out of a job and I had only enough money to last me until the end of the week.
