through it. Then, with an exclamation of victory, she produced a disc and set it on the desk. The disc had the words “Fighting Forward” scribbled on it in black marker. She pushed the disc across the table to me.
“Give that a listen,” she said. “Have Scottie listen to it, too. They blend country and rock in a magical way. There’s an energy there that you can’t teach.”
I took the disc and held it in my hand. I read over the name a few times and then slid it into my purse.
“Thank you, so much,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll be great.” I considered it a moment longer. “Do you know how we can get in touch with them?” I asked. That was the real thing I was after, wasn’t it?
Lisa frowned, and she leaned forward. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. Listen to their stuff and make sure it’s for you. If you want to be a success, you can’t just go after what’s available. You have to do it right.”
I shrugged my shoulder. She was right, of course. But I was under such a tight deadline, that I didn’t think I had much time to waste. And if the band wasn’t going to be available to do the show, I needed to know right away.
“Well, how am I supposed to get in touch with them, if we like them?” I asked.
Again, Lisa’s eyes managed to look right through me. She saw what I was up to, and I only hoped that she could relate to the sense of urgency that I was feeling. Besides, she had decades of experience in the business, and I was just a girl, barely out of high school, that was in way over her head. I didn’t know the first thing about picking a band to play a concert, and I was going to have to trust in the judgment of others. If Lisa said they were good, then they probably were.
She studied me for a moment longer, and then she turned to her computer.
“Let’s see who’s representing them, these days,” she said. She spent a minute punching buttons in the computer, then a smile spread across her face. “That’s convenient,” she said. I sat there, unable to keep a smile from my face. Convenient was a good thing, right?
Lisa grabbed the phone on the desk, dialed a number, and leaned back in her chair.
“Stacey, it’s Lisa,” she said. “Have a second? You’re still working with Fighting Forward, right? No, it’s nothing like that, but I’ve got someone who might be interested in talking to you. OK… OK… I’ll pass your information along, then, and y’all can take it from there.”
I sat there, nervously, while Lisa finished the conversation. Things sounded like they were going well. And, judging by the confident smile on Lisa’s face, I was beginning to get my hopes up.
Finally, she ended the call and returned the phone to its place on the desk. She pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled something on it, then ripped off the top sheet and slid it over to me.
“That was Stacey Meyer,” Lisa began. “She’s their manager, and she said she’d be interested in meeting with you if you’d like to move things forward.”
“That’s great,” I said, beaming. Haden smiled at me, as well, his first sign of emotion since we’d sat down. “I can call her right away,” I said.
Lisa held up a palm. “Don’t forget, you have to do your homework. Besides, the band is busy with rehearsals right now. They’re over at the Warehouse prepping for some shows. Call her tomorrow. Set up a meeting. Do it right.”
I bit my lip, but nodded my agreement. “OK,” I said. “I’ll do that.” I folded the piece of paper, and stashed it in my purse, next to the disc.
“Thank you so much for your help,” I said. “I don’t know what we would have done without it.”
Lisa waved her hand and shook her head. “Scottie is an old friend - I owe him. And, it looks like he’s taken a real liking to you, so I wish you the best of luck.”
I scrunched my brow together. “What do you mean by that?” I asked.
She grinned at me. “This isn’t the sort of thing that he
“Give that a listen,” she said. “Have Scottie listen to it, too. They blend country and rock in a magical way. There’s an energy there that you can’t teach.”
I took the disc and held it in my hand. I read over the name a few times and then slid it into my purse.
“Thank you, so much,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll be great.” I considered it a moment longer. “Do you know how we can get in touch with them?” I asked. That was the real thing I was after, wasn’t it?
Lisa frowned, and she leaned forward. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. Listen to their stuff and make sure it’s for you. If you want to be a success, you can’t just go after what’s available. You have to do it right.”
I shrugged my shoulder. She was right, of course. But I was under such a tight deadline, that I didn’t think I had much time to waste. And if the band wasn’t going to be available to do the show, I needed to know right away.
“Well, how am I supposed to get in touch with them, if we like them?” I asked.
Again, Lisa’s eyes managed to look right through me. She saw what I was up to, and I only hoped that she could relate to the sense of urgency that I was feeling. Besides, she had decades of experience in the business, and I was just a girl, barely out of high school, that was in way over her head. I didn’t know the first thing about picking a band to play a concert, and I was going to have to trust in the judgment of others. If Lisa said they were good, then they probably were.
She studied me for a moment longer, and then she turned to her computer.
“Let’s see who’s representing them, these days,” she said. She spent a minute punching buttons in the computer, then a smile spread across her face. “That’s convenient,” she said. I sat there, unable to keep a smile from my face. Convenient was a good thing, right?
Lisa grabbed the phone on the desk, dialed a number, and leaned back in her chair.
“Stacey, it’s Lisa,” she said. “Have a second? You’re still working with Fighting Forward, right? No, it’s nothing like that, but I’ve got someone who might be interested in talking to you. OK… OK… I’ll pass your information along, then, and y’all can take it from there.”
I sat there, nervously, while Lisa finished the conversation. Things sounded like they were going well. And, judging by the confident smile on Lisa’s face, I was beginning to get my hopes up.
Finally, she ended the call and returned the phone to its place on the desk. She pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled something on it, then ripped off the top sheet and slid it over to me.
“That was Stacey Meyer,” Lisa began. “She’s their manager, and she said she’d be interested in meeting with you if you’d like to move things forward.”
“That’s great,” I said, beaming. Haden smiled at me, as well, his first sign of emotion since we’d sat down. “I can call her right away,” I said.
Lisa held up a palm. “Don’t forget, you have to do your homework. Besides, the band is busy with rehearsals right now. They’re over at the Warehouse prepping for some shows. Call her tomorrow. Set up a meeting. Do it right.”
I bit my lip, but nodded my agreement. “OK,” I said. “I’ll do that.” I folded the piece of paper, and stashed it in my purse, next to the disc.
“Thank you so much for your help,” I said. “I don’t know what we would have done without it.”
Lisa waved her hand and shook her head. “Scottie is an old friend - I owe him. And, it looks like he’s taken a real liking to you, so I wish you the best of luck.”
I scrunched my brow together. “What do you mean by that?” I asked.
She grinned at me. “This isn’t the sort of thing that he
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