I found myself in the VIP section of Black Tie, the hottest new club in Chicago. The lights were dim and the music was blazing. My brother Al was getting familiar with some girls at the bar. Meanwhile I sat at the table with about five people I didn't know that were obviously athletes of some sort by their size, and of course the agent extraordinaire Theo Williams was there with Quinn on one side of him and some sort of woman that looked like a video chick on his other arm.
"Congratulations, Alvin," Theo yelled over the music, "I wish you continued success. Have a drink, kid! Its on me."
"First of all I'm only 18, and I wouldn't drink to a toast from you anyway," I snapped back.
"Oh come come now," Theo laughed, "We're all just here to have a little fun, right girls?" he said as he looked at both of them. Qunin pretended to laugh and enjoy herself as Theo then proceeded to grope both of them. I was furious.
"What am I here for?" I yelled angrily.
"Oh no need to get angry Alvin. We're just showing my new clients a good time. And you, dear boy, are now my star attraction," he smirked. "You see, my boys here," he said as he motioned towards the guys at the table, who were now clearly distracted by more women coming to the table, "these guys are all my new clients from the major American sports, but I underestimated the effect that having you on board with me would have."
"You don't own me," I said hitting the table, "I haven't signed any contract."
"Oh you don't have to," he grinned, "I own you utterly and completely. You see, I didn't realize how starved the world was for an American superstar. Mia Hamm, Landon Donovan, and Abby Wambach were just brushing the surface. If you continue on your pace, you could be the biggest star in a single sports on American soil." Theo then had a starry far off gaze. "Think of it, you could be Michael Phelps or Lance Armstrong. You could be the one name everyone associates with American soccer."
I didn't know what to say. "Well...you..."
"Yes, me," he interrupted. "Kid, I have lots of plans for you. Even if you fall flat on your face, I'll be sure to get the most out of this relationship. Don't worry about anything. Keep playing well, and everything will work out for you. You might even enjoy yourself along the way. If not, well..." He glanced toward by brother threateningly. "Just do what I say. I've got something big in the works. Don't blow it this time. C'mon girls! I feel like dancing!" He got up and took the ladies to the dance floor. As I watched him leave, thinking about what Theo told me, I saw Quinn give me a quick determined glance. Okay, so if I keep playing well, and listen to Theo, and don't blow Quinn's cover, everything should work out...right? The waitress walked by our table with shots of some sort of clear liquid. I snatched one off the tray and knocked it back. It was time to see what I was capable of.