uncomfortable, he didn’t show any signs of it. “Nora gets agitated easily. She doesn’t have many women as friends, and doesn’t get out much. She’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. We have to.”
I almost didn’t hear the last thing Greyson said, because before I could ask him any more questions, Tony announced we had arrived at our destination.
When we both were out of the town car, and walking into a back alley, I suddenly had an uneasy feeling. I did not like the back alleys in New York. Maybe I had watched too many crime movies. That also made me think of Greyson’s driver, Tony. He really looked like he could have walked right off the set of The Sopranos . “Has anyone ever told you that Tony looks like one of the guys from The Sopranos ?”
“That’s because he was on The Sopranos ,” Greyson said matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal and I had asked a silly question.
I came to a complete halt and didn’t know if he was messing with me or being serious. “Really?”
Greyson laughed and turned around to face me. “Yes, he was in the last season and got axed in the end. Nora’s father is a mutual friend and told my father he had a friend looking for a job.”
“That’s cool,” I said in my nonchalant voice, pretending I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Looking at Greyson was dangerous. I noticed things about him, like he wasn’t a huge man, but he was exactly the kind of build and height I loved. It took everything in me to not run my hands down his chest and wrap them around his waist to bring him into me. So, I walked past him and continued with our mission. “I’m curious. If this band is so amazing, why in the world are we entering their place through a back alley?” I asked with a little more nervousness in my tone than I was hoping for.
“You’ve got me. I’ve seen these guys play at a few functions and they really are quite good. I’m questioning the alley scene as well.”
When we found the door that had the exact number as the one Brynn had written down, Greyson pushed it open and we stepped into a world that didn’t match anything on the exterior.
“Wow,” I said and looked around at the gorgeous, yet urban, swanky nightclub. Greyson laughed and pretended to push my mouth shut.
I swatted him away as we walked to the front, where a man came out of an office. “Hi there. How can I help you two?”
I stepped forward and handed him a paper Brynn had printed off. “Hi, we’re here for Brynn and Collin Donahue. They weren’t able to make it today to their appointment with,” -I had to look back down at the paper to remember the name of the band-, “With Red Velvet.”
The man smiled and shook our hands, introducing himself as Nick, the band’s manager. “Yes, Brynn informed me you would be coming in their place. The guys are warming up and should be ready in a few minutes. While they finish, let’s step into my office and I’ll show you the contract. We have sent this over to Collin, and he has agreed on the price. I need to send a hard copy back with you.”
Greyson accepted the contract and started casually flipping through the pages. He stopped at the second page and looked closely at a few lines. I could tell Nick was wondering what he was thinking, because he was starting to shift his weight from side to side.
“Does Collin know about the clause in section two?” Greyson asked and looked over to Nick.
“He has a copy of the full contract. He did ask about the overage charge, but that’s very standard with any band.”
“I see. I’ve never heard of an overage. The last band I secured for a business event played for a set amount of time.” Greyson said in his business tone, which was probably the tone Brynn was always referring to.
Nick started to rub his chin, and began a bantering war with Greyson. As I stood and listened to Greyson negotiate a price, I started to feel sorry for Nick, because he didn’t stand a chance. After only a few
I almost didn’t hear the last thing Greyson said, because before I could ask him any more questions, Tony announced we had arrived at our destination.
When we both were out of the town car, and walking into a back alley, I suddenly had an uneasy feeling. I did not like the back alleys in New York. Maybe I had watched too many crime movies. That also made me think of Greyson’s driver, Tony. He really looked like he could have walked right off the set of The Sopranos . “Has anyone ever told you that Tony looks like one of the guys from The Sopranos ?”
“That’s because he was on The Sopranos ,” Greyson said matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal and I had asked a silly question.
I came to a complete halt and didn’t know if he was messing with me or being serious. “Really?”
Greyson laughed and turned around to face me. “Yes, he was in the last season and got axed in the end. Nora’s father is a mutual friend and told my father he had a friend looking for a job.”
“That’s cool,” I said in my nonchalant voice, pretending I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Looking at Greyson was dangerous. I noticed things about him, like he wasn’t a huge man, but he was exactly the kind of build and height I loved. It took everything in me to not run my hands down his chest and wrap them around his waist to bring him into me. So, I walked past him and continued with our mission. “I’m curious. If this band is so amazing, why in the world are we entering their place through a back alley?” I asked with a little more nervousness in my tone than I was hoping for.
“You’ve got me. I’ve seen these guys play at a few functions and they really are quite good. I’m questioning the alley scene as well.”
When we found the door that had the exact number as the one Brynn had written down, Greyson pushed it open and we stepped into a world that didn’t match anything on the exterior.
“Wow,” I said and looked around at the gorgeous, yet urban, swanky nightclub. Greyson laughed and pretended to push my mouth shut.
I swatted him away as we walked to the front, where a man came out of an office. “Hi there. How can I help you two?”
I stepped forward and handed him a paper Brynn had printed off. “Hi, we’re here for Brynn and Collin Donahue. They weren’t able to make it today to their appointment with,” -I had to look back down at the paper to remember the name of the band-, “With Red Velvet.”
The man smiled and shook our hands, introducing himself as Nick, the band’s manager. “Yes, Brynn informed me you would be coming in their place. The guys are warming up and should be ready in a few minutes. While they finish, let’s step into my office and I’ll show you the contract. We have sent this over to Collin, and he has agreed on the price. I need to send a hard copy back with you.”
Greyson accepted the contract and started casually flipping through the pages. He stopped at the second page and looked closely at a few lines. I could tell Nick was wondering what he was thinking, because he was starting to shift his weight from side to side.
“Does Collin know about the clause in section two?” Greyson asked and looked over to Nick.
“He has a copy of the full contract. He did ask about the overage charge, but that’s very standard with any band.”
“I see. I’ve never heard of an overage. The last band I secured for a business event played for a set amount of time.” Greyson said in his business tone, which was probably the tone Brynn was always referring to.
Nick started to rub his chin, and began a bantering war with Greyson. As I stood and listened to Greyson negotiate a price, I started to feel sorry for Nick, because he didn’t stand a chance. After only a few
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