Never mix business and pleasure. That's what a smart business owner would do. Apparently, I'm not that bright.
Desperate to get my failing web design firm off the ground, I sent a proposal to Gabriel, a rising rock star in the indie scene. He flat out told me that my design sucked. Luckily, he's willing to give me a second chance.
But he's requiring me to do some unconventional things to get a better grasp of what he and his band are about. Go to a rock festival. Spend more time with him. I'll do anything to land this job.
Everyone knows that rock stars don't do relationships, so I don't put much thought into what happens between us. But as Gabriel's fame grows, so does his interest in me. Can a lowly web designer and a rising star really be happy together, or will the media rip us apart?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryI threw my notebook against the wall in frustration as Kia, my manager, walked in. I turned to glare at her; she knew not to interrupt me during my writing. Especially right now. Nothing was working how it should be, and I was on a deadline.
“Gabriel. I told you I was bringing the web designer for the band.” Her tone was laced with irritation.
Right. She had decided that we were finally big enough to warrant an online presence. She gazed at me impatiently, and I sighed, moving all my notebooks filled with bad ideas off her chair. I was in the midst of writer’s block; it was far from the best time to ask me for anything. Let alone this.
My band, The Flaming Arrow, was rising on the indie scene. We had locked in an opening for a big name rock band. I guess she was trying to get us ahead, help use this as a launchpad beyond playing bars and clubs.
“I still don’t get why we need an internet presence. Word of mouth has done wonders for the band,” I complained, moving items off the coffee table.
“Your name is getting bigger. I can’t handle booking gigs, marketing, and your online presence. All I’ve managed is a weak twitter account and a few Facebook posts. This could rocket you to internet fame, expand you beyond the city. So, shut up and get ready. You are getting one, no complaints.”
I sighed. If she could make it work in the band’s budget, even I had no right to complain. The rest of the band was already on board with the idea anyway. I just felt like it was capitulating to the system. Part of what we stood against.
“He’ll be here any minute.” She looked me over disapprovingly.
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