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That he hasn’t decided?
“It’s not really the job you applied for,” he continues.
I applied for an entry level administrative position. Shit, am I not even qualified for that after four years at USC. Crap!
“No?” I say, trying not to sound disappointed.
“No.” More silence as if he’s deciding how to present his opportunity. “You have a unique background and I have a bit of a problem. I think you might be the perfect fix.”
Oh no. Unique background? What the devil does Sandy Harris know about my background that he would call it unique. We’d never crossed paths before the interview, and exactly what kind of problem does he need help from me for?
An ugly suspicion of where this call is going makes the strongest impulse inside me to slam down the phone. Kicking my temper into submission, I ask coolly, “I can’t imagine what kind of problem I’d be the perfect fix for.”
Sandy laughs good humouredly. “That’s probably because you haven’t met Alan Manzone before.”
“Alan Manzone?” The name means nothing to me, but I still don’t like the direction this is going. “Listen, I think maybe this employment opportunity isn’t for me…”
“No wait. Don’t hang up. Let me explain first. I guess you have heard of Manny.”
I stare at the phone. Manny? Who the fuck is Alan Manzone. Not that I care.
“The situation and the job isn’t as awful as you might think.”
“No?” I ask, though I really don’t have a clue what the hell we’re talking about or why I’m still on the phone.
“Craig Entertainment Management is putting a lot of money into this kid. The most brilliant guitarist and song writer of this generation. That’s what they think. He’s not going to be just a megastar. He’s going to be the fucking supernova of stars if we can keep him from exploding.”
“You might want to rethink the supernova thing. It’s a star that outshines all the other stars before it destroys itself,” I say, without thinking.
“Really?” Sandy laughs. “Then we definitely don’t want him to be a supernova. I’ll get to work on fixing that one tomorrow. Right now I need to fix the problem I have today. That’s where you come in.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
I’m more than a little frustrated with Sandy. I ask, “What exactly is the job?”
“I’ve put together an eight week tour in the UK for Blackpool. Sort of a trial tour the Management Company and the Label want to see before they go any farther with trying to make a go with this kid. He’s fresh out of rehab. Clean, I’ve been told, but regrettably still him. A pain in the ass in every way.”
I growl silently inside my head and then press, “What is the job.”
“Technically, Assistant Road Manager on the Blackpool Tour in the UK.”
My eyes round and excitement shoots through my flesh drop kicking my prior irritation across room. Then, I go cold. Technically?
“I don’t understand. What does technically mean?”
Silence. Then, “That’s the touchy part of this offer.”
Oh, I bet it’s touchy. “Yes.”
“Assistant Road Manager in title,” Sandy explains, “in reality you are the buffer between the band and my road staff, and if you want the blunt truth, I’m hiring you to keep Alan Manzone on a leash. Keep him from frying his brain with drugs and using up his body on women. He’s got a vile temper. He’s a fucking genius, women go crazy over him, and he has a vulgar kind of weakness for them. He also has enormous potential to make us all a lot of money.”
“You’re hiring a handler,” I say, not sure if I’m offended or flattered. My eyes round. “Why me?”
“Well, you weren’t exactly the interviewee I expected to have walk into my office boasting a resume with a 4.0 GPA from the University of Southern California with a degree in English Literature. For one thing, you have an extraordinary knowledge of the music industry on all levels. For another, you are street smart, trendy, and a
“It’s not really the job you applied for,” he continues.
I applied for an entry level administrative position. Shit, am I not even qualified for that after four years at USC. Crap!
“No?” I say, trying not to sound disappointed.
“No.” More silence as if he’s deciding how to present his opportunity. “You have a unique background and I have a bit of a problem. I think you might be the perfect fix.”
Oh no. Unique background? What the devil does Sandy Harris know about my background that he would call it unique. We’d never crossed paths before the interview, and exactly what kind of problem does he need help from me for?
An ugly suspicion of where this call is going makes the strongest impulse inside me to slam down the phone. Kicking my temper into submission, I ask coolly, “I can’t imagine what kind of problem I’d be the perfect fix for.”
Sandy laughs good humouredly. “That’s probably because you haven’t met Alan Manzone before.”
“Alan Manzone?” The name means nothing to me, but I still don’t like the direction this is going. “Listen, I think maybe this employment opportunity isn’t for me…”
“No wait. Don’t hang up. Let me explain first. I guess you have heard of Manny.”
I stare at the phone. Manny? Who the fuck is Alan Manzone. Not that I care.
“The situation and the job isn’t as awful as you might think.”
“No?” I ask, though I really don’t have a clue what the hell we’re talking about or why I’m still on the phone.
“Craig Entertainment Management is putting a lot of money into this kid. The most brilliant guitarist and song writer of this generation. That’s what they think. He’s not going to be just a megastar. He’s going to be the fucking supernova of stars if we can keep him from exploding.”
“You might want to rethink the supernova thing. It’s a star that outshines all the other stars before it destroys itself,” I say, without thinking.
“Really?” Sandy laughs. “Then we definitely don’t want him to be a supernova. I’ll get to work on fixing that one tomorrow. Right now I need to fix the problem I have today. That’s where you come in.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
I’m more than a little frustrated with Sandy. I ask, “What exactly is the job?”
“I’ve put together an eight week tour in the UK for Blackpool. Sort of a trial tour the Management Company and the Label want to see before they go any farther with trying to make a go with this kid. He’s fresh out of rehab. Clean, I’ve been told, but regrettably still him. A pain in the ass in every way.”
I growl silently inside my head and then press, “What is the job.”
“Technically, Assistant Road Manager on the Blackpool Tour in the UK.”
My eyes round and excitement shoots through my flesh drop kicking my prior irritation across room. Then, I go cold. Technically?
“I don’t understand. What does technically mean?”
Silence. Then, “That’s the touchy part of this offer.”
Oh, I bet it’s touchy. “Yes.”
“Assistant Road Manager in title,” Sandy explains, “in reality you are the buffer between the band and my road staff, and if you want the blunt truth, I’m hiring you to keep Alan Manzone on a leash. Keep him from frying his brain with drugs and using up his body on women. He’s got a vile temper. He’s a fucking genius, women go crazy over him, and he has a vulgar kind of weakness for them. He also has enormous potential to make us all a lot of money.”
“You’re hiring a handler,” I say, not sure if I’m offended or flattered. My eyes round. “Why me?”
“Well, you weren’t exactly the interviewee I expected to have walk into my office boasting a resume with a 4.0 GPA from the University of Southern California with a degree in English Literature. For one thing, you have an extraordinary knowledge of the music industry on all levels. For another, you are street smart, trendy, and a
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