No. But you will soon.

"Go ahead and bring Ms. Lavigne in, I can spare a few minutes," you tell your receptionist as she sends Avril Lavigne, in her usual ratty t-shirt, but wearing a black skirt to go with it on this occasion, in for her meeting with you.

"Avril, come in and make yourself at home," you tell her as she shakes your hand and has a seat on your couch.

"Thanks for having me John," she tells you, "your receptionist out there told me you were just about to leave for the day."

"As a matter of fact, I was, but I always make time for potential clients," you tell her as she begins to explain her visit, going into detail about wanting to do what so many singers want to do eventually and try her hand at other things.

"Here you go Avril, it's a little cruder than most, but I think it'll be more than enough to interest you," you say to her as you hand her a contract that you are sure will convince her to sign with you.

"I know you have to run, so I won't sign this here," she tells you, "but maybe we can get together somewhere outside the office and do it?"

"See my receptionist," you tell her, walking out of the office with her and eager to get her to sign on the dotted line with you.

And your also curious about why she seemed so willing to see you outside the office.