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fighter. The quick wit and brains I did expect.”
He laughs. I laugh, but only because he did.
“It got the wheels in my head turning,” he adds. “Alan Manzone responds better to women than men. And something tells me you’re going to be able to handle him brilliantly. The rest of the band is not a problem. Your average rockers. Rowdy, but tame when you kick them. It’s only Manny that needs special handling. The tour runs July 1 through the end of August. I need to get you on a plane to the UK by the end of the week so you can get briefed in London on the tour and meet the team.”
“It’s an eight-week tour?”
“Yes, and if you can survive the eight weeks on tour with Blackpool, when you get back to LA I’ll find you a job here in the administrative offices if you like. Or maybe you’ll like England. Want to work out of our office in London doing promotion work. If you can make the Blackpool tour not a disaster, I’m willing to try to accommodate anything you want employment wise.”
Excitement sends the pulse leaping through my veins. “You have an office in London? I could have a position there?”
Sandy laughs. “If you don’t quit before the tour is over, Linda, it’s a sure thing if you want it.”
I debate with myself whether to push too hard in my suddenly, unexpectedly wonderful change of events. “I have one question.”
“Yes?”
“Could the job in London be part-time to accommodate school? I’m enrolled in a one year graduate program. It starts in September.”
“Say no more. If this works out, we can work anything out. So, Linda, are you saying you want the job?”
I pause. I take a deep breath. I don’t know why I do either. There is just so much running in currents inside of me now. A job. I have a job if I want it, a way to get to England, and a way to pay for living expenses at school. A smile takes over my face, so large it hurts.
“I most definitely am willing to accept the job if you are willing to give it to me,” I say.
Sandy laughs. “That’s what I like about you, Linda. You never say anything the way I expect you to. You’re going to be terrific. I know we haven’t talked salary and all that. We can do that when we go over the employment contract. Next time, Linda, when you’re offered a job make sure you talk money before saying yes.”
Oh shit. I laugh. “I will, Mr. Harris.”
“But don’t worry. I’m sure the terms we reach will meet your expectations. And you can knock off the Mr. Harris stuff. Everyone who works for me calls me Sandy.”
“OK, Sandy.”
“Well, I’m excited about us working together. And definitely pleased to be giving a job to a fellow alumni. We Trojans have to stick together.”
My eyes widen. “I didn’t know you went to USC.”
Sandy laughs. “No? I thought for sure that was why you applied. Playing on that alumni thing. Your resume was definitely thin.” He chuckles again. “But that’s not why I hired you.”
“No?”
“No. After the interview I finally noticed your last name. Cray. Couldn’t help but wondering if you’re Brian’s kid. It would make sense with how much you know about everything in the recording industry.”
I tense. I struggle for something carefully neutral to say. “You know my father?”
“Oh, Brian and I go way back. So I gave him a ring. Told me I’d be a fool not to hire you. That I’d never find anyone else to fill the position more perfectly. Likes to brag about his girl, in case you don’t know it.”
I fight my unsettling reaction to that comment and say instead, “You know dads.”
“Yep. Got one of those myself. So, welcome to the team. We need to meet this week. Go over the employment agreement. Introduce you to everyone. Get you fully plugged in and on a plane by Friday to the UK.” This time rustling paper sound. “I’ve got an opening at 2 p.m. on Wednesday.”
“Two would be great!”
“Welcome aboard, Linda. I’ve got a lot riding on this
He laughs. I laugh, but only because he did.
“It got the wheels in my head turning,” he adds. “Alan Manzone responds better to women than men. And something tells me you’re going to be able to handle him brilliantly. The rest of the band is not a problem. Your average rockers. Rowdy, but tame when you kick them. It’s only Manny that needs special handling. The tour runs July 1 through the end of August. I need to get you on a plane to the UK by the end of the week so you can get briefed in London on the tour and meet the team.”
“It’s an eight-week tour?”
“Yes, and if you can survive the eight weeks on tour with Blackpool, when you get back to LA I’ll find you a job here in the administrative offices if you like. Or maybe you’ll like England. Want to work out of our office in London doing promotion work. If you can make the Blackpool tour not a disaster, I’m willing to try to accommodate anything you want employment wise.”
Excitement sends the pulse leaping through my veins. “You have an office in London? I could have a position there?”
Sandy laughs. “If you don’t quit before the tour is over, Linda, it’s a sure thing if you want it.”
I debate with myself whether to push too hard in my suddenly, unexpectedly wonderful change of events. “I have one question.”
“Yes?”
“Could the job in London be part-time to accommodate school? I’m enrolled in a one year graduate program. It starts in September.”
“Say no more. If this works out, we can work anything out. So, Linda, are you saying you want the job?”
I pause. I take a deep breath. I don’t know why I do either. There is just so much running in currents inside of me now. A job. I have a job if I want it, a way to get to England, and a way to pay for living expenses at school. A smile takes over my face, so large it hurts.
“I most definitely am willing to accept the job if you are willing to give it to me,” I say.
Sandy laughs. “That’s what I like about you, Linda. You never say anything the way I expect you to. You’re going to be terrific. I know we haven’t talked salary and all that. We can do that when we go over the employment contract. Next time, Linda, when you’re offered a job make sure you talk money before saying yes.”
Oh shit. I laugh. “I will, Mr. Harris.”
“But don’t worry. I’m sure the terms we reach will meet your expectations. And you can knock off the Mr. Harris stuff. Everyone who works for me calls me Sandy.”
“OK, Sandy.”
“Well, I’m excited about us working together. And definitely pleased to be giving a job to a fellow alumni. We Trojans have to stick together.”
My eyes widen. “I didn’t know you went to USC.”
Sandy laughs. “No? I thought for sure that was why you applied. Playing on that alumni thing. Your resume was definitely thin.” He chuckles again. “But that’s not why I hired you.”
“No?”
“No. After the interview I finally noticed your last name. Cray. Couldn’t help but wondering if you’re Brian’s kid. It would make sense with how much you know about everything in the recording industry.”
I tense. I struggle for something carefully neutral to say. “You know my father?”
“Oh, Brian and I go way back. So I gave him a ring. Told me I’d be a fool not to hire you. That I’d never find anyone else to fill the position more perfectly. Likes to brag about his girl, in case you don’t know it.”
I fight my unsettling reaction to that comment and say instead, “You know dads.”
“Yep. Got one of those myself. So, welcome to the team. We need to meet this week. Go over the employment agreement. Introduce you to everyone. Get you fully plugged in and on a plane by Friday to the UK.” This time rustling paper sound. “I’ve got an opening at 2 p.m. on Wednesday.”
“Two would be great!”
“Welcome aboard, Linda. I’ve got a lot riding on this
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