those. My grandmother made her famous
ribs Saturday for dinner, and I had a cooler bag filled with those leftovers, too.
We all went to church on Sunday
morning, and then had brunch in town. I said my goodbyes to my grandmother and
Momma and I did some shopping Sunday afternoon before bringing home take out
from one of my favorite restaurants. Of course, my mother had asked if I wanted
to visit any friends, but we both knew that I had none in Bristol anymore.
On Monday morning I packed up my
car and was ready to head back to Nashville.
“I’m so proud of you, Paige,” my
mother says, pulling me in for one more hug. I hug her back once more and kiss
her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Momma. I’ll see you
real soon and we’ll talk soon too, okay?”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
I get into my car and pull away,
looking at my mother in the rearview mirror. She was already dressed for work, and
I knew she would be getting into her car moments later to head to one of her
meetings.
It was good to visit Bristol, but
it also reminded me of how sad and empty my life had been here. I leave Bristol
behind me and set my sights back on Nashville, my mind already focusing on the
upcoming weeks.
Eleven
Blake
We head out of the radio station,
and I scroll through my phone. I have two missed calls from my realtor, Cici.
“Great job!” another DJ calls out.
I smile and wave, as Ben and Ryan
yell out a thanks. It’s only the first week of doing press for our CD, and
already the band is getting some major hype. Of course, Paige is doing great
too, her single which dropped four days ago, is already making its way towards
the country top 100.
“Hang on,” I say to the guys, as I
pause to listen to the voicemail.
“Hi there, Blake. Just wanted to
let you know that a couple made an offer on your house today. It’s a little
lower than we were hoping for, but rumor has it that another potential buyer
might make an offer, and that could start you off on a nice little bidding war.
Give me a call when you get this.”
No shit! My house has been on the
market for less than two weeks and I already have an offer? I’m not sure how
low the offer is, but a bidding war definitely sounds like a good thing.
“Hey, I got an offer on my house,”
I say, catching back up with Ben and Ryan.
“That’s great,” Ryan says, as we
make our way out to the parking lot.
“Yeah man. Good luck with that,”
offers Ben. “You off to see Paige now?”
“Nah. She’s in Memphis for the day
promoting her stuff.”
“Damn! Memphis!” Ben whistles.
“She’s a hot chick who can sing,”
Ryan reasons, “it’s no wonder she’s there. What do they have her doing?”
“I think she started out on a radio
show this morning and then she's supposed to be doing a live performance on one
of the morning talk shows. Then I think she has to make a few other stops
around town. She should be back later.”
I was proud of Paige. She was
working hard and she had hardly blinked at the demanding schedule we'd been
given. At least I got to go around with my buddies to promote, but Paige had to
promote by herself. Except for the few instances where she was booked with the
band.
I say goodbye to the guys and get
into my truck. Before I even have the chance to call Cici back, she calls
again.
“Hey Cici, I was just getting ready
to call you back. I’ve been tied up at the radio station all morning.”
“No problem!” she says, her voice
excited. “I’m sorry to bug you again, but I just had to tell you that you’ve
got a second bid on the house!”
“No way! That’s great!”
“I know! The second offer is still
lower than what we wanted, but better than the first. So I’m going to get the
ball rolling now, but I think you’re going to sell your house in no time!”
“That’s great, Cici! You’re the
best! So, what do I need to do now?”
“You don’t do a thing. I’m going to
get this started, and then we’ll see what we can get.
ribs Saturday for dinner, and I had a cooler bag filled with those leftovers, too.
We all went to church on Sunday
morning, and then had brunch in town. I said my goodbyes to my grandmother and
Momma and I did some shopping Sunday afternoon before bringing home take out
from one of my favorite restaurants. Of course, my mother had asked if I wanted
to visit any friends, but we both knew that I had none in Bristol anymore.
On Monday morning I packed up my
car and was ready to head back to Nashville.
“I’m so proud of you, Paige,” my
mother says, pulling me in for one more hug. I hug her back once more and kiss
her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Momma. I’ll see you
real soon and we’ll talk soon too, okay?”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
I get into my car and pull away,
looking at my mother in the rearview mirror. She was already dressed for work, and
I knew she would be getting into her car moments later to head to one of her
meetings.
It was good to visit Bristol, but
it also reminded me of how sad and empty my life had been here. I leave Bristol
behind me and set my sights back on Nashville, my mind already focusing on the
upcoming weeks.
Eleven
Blake
We head out of the radio station,
and I scroll through my phone. I have two missed calls from my realtor, Cici.
“Great job!” another DJ calls out.
I smile and wave, as Ben and Ryan
yell out a thanks. It’s only the first week of doing press for our CD, and
already the band is getting some major hype. Of course, Paige is doing great
too, her single which dropped four days ago, is already making its way towards
the country top 100.
“Hang on,” I say to the guys, as I
pause to listen to the voicemail.
“Hi there, Blake. Just wanted to
let you know that a couple made an offer on your house today. It’s a little
lower than we were hoping for, but rumor has it that another potential buyer
might make an offer, and that could start you off on a nice little bidding war.
Give me a call when you get this.”
No shit! My house has been on the
market for less than two weeks and I already have an offer? I’m not sure how
low the offer is, but a bidding war definitely sounds like a good thing.
“Hey, I got an offer on my house,”
I say, catching back up with Ben and Ryan.
“That’s great,” Ryan says, as we
make our way out to the parking lot.
“Yeah man. Good luck with that,”
offers Ben. “You off to see Paige now?”
“Nah. She’s in Memphis for the day
promoting her stuff.”
“Damn! Memphis!” Ben whistles.
“She’s a hot chick who can sing,”
Ryan reasons, “it’s no wonder she’s there. What do they have her doing?”
“I think she started out on a radio
show this morning and then she's supposed to be doing a live performance on one
of the morning talk shows. Then I think she has to make a few other stops
around town. She should be back later.”
I was proud of Paige. She was
working hard and she had hardly blinked at the demanding schedule we'd been
given. At least I got to go around with my buddies to promote, but Paige had to
promote by herself. Except for the few instances where she was booked with the
band.
I say goodbye to the guys and get
into my truck. Before I even have the chance to call Cici back, she calls
again.
“Hey Cici, I was just getting ready
to call you back. I’ve been tied up at the radio station all morning.”
“No problem!” she says, her voice
excited. “I’m sorry to bug you again, but I just had to tell you that you’ve
got a second bid on the house!”
“No way! That’s great!”
“I know! The second offer is still
lower than what we wanted, but better than the first. So I’m going to get the
ball rolling now, but I think you’re going to sell your house in no time!”
“That’s great, Cici! You’re the
best! So, what do I need to do now?”
“You don’t do a thing. I’m going to
get this started, and then we’ll see what we can get.
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