Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
EchoZone – Private Message Thread
MustLoveMusic: I could drop it tomorrow, but you might want to send me your address. I’m a musician, not a magician.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Cute and sorry, you’re right. What was I thinking?
MustLoveMusic: Hard to say. But you seem like someone currently on the edge of losing her shit. Professionally speaking, of course.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Yeah, things are unraveling. I forgot to check this week’s events. Got so caught up replacing the ones who bailed, that I didn’t realize we were short a headliner until tonight. I’m hanging on by tape and prayer.
MustLoveMusic: Any other musical fires I should prepare to put out? Aside from this Friday?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Saturday’s a string quartet. There’s nothing on Sunday. Which is good because maybe I’ll sleep. But bad because we needed one more event to hit our February numbers.
MustLoveMusic: How’s your March? You have plenty of events?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Spring’s always busy. Weddings, baptisms, baby showers. March is packed—if we survive this weekend. If we fuck up the Whittmore gala, though? It’ll be like social suicide. No one will touch us. Not even desperate birthday moms with magician clowns and balloon animals.
MustLoveMusic: That bad, huh?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: It’s that bad.
MustLoveMusic: You sound tense. Wanna go for a burger? I haven’t had dinner.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: I have to work.
MustLoveMusic: Sure. But did you eat?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Not the point.
MustLoveMusic: It’s a little bit the point. You won’t save the gala on an empty stomach and fumes.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Jules ordered sandwiches. I’ll be fine.
MustLoveMusic: You sure know how to live dangerously.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: Some of us don’t get to be mysteriously hot guys with guitars and flirty smiles. Some of us have to plan chair deliveries and make sure no one forgets the fucking tablecloths.
MustLoveMusic: You think I’m hot?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: That’s not what I said.
MustLoveMusic: It’s what you typed.
AlyEuphoriaEvents: I’m under stress. I could’ve typed that Godzilla is the most good-looking reptile. Your ego is showing.
MustLoveMusic: So’s your exhaustion. Where do I drop the demo?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: I’ll email it to you with instructions.
MustLoveMusic: You sure you don’t want that burger?
AlyEuphoriaEvents: You’re relentless.
MustLoveMusic: You have no idea. See you at Benny’s in twenty—don’t be late.