Marty Laundry walked into the campus Music Performance Building with Nanine. Students and other professors alike stared at them as they walked down the hallway.
“So, have you thought about it?” Laundry asked.
“I have, actually.” Nanine opened the door to her office. “Quite a bit.”
“And?”
“I don’t see how.” She shook her head as she put her briefcase on the desk. “I have a family and a career.” She gestured around her office. “I can’t just leave them all behind.” She turned and stared out of the window at the flow of students walking to and from their classes. “I – I know I should just jump at the chance to do this. I mean, it’s what I’ve dreamed of my whole life – to make all the world sing.”
Laundry grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. “Well then, why don’t you?” He looked in her eyes. “I’ve already worked up that song of yours with the others in the band and they’re just as jazzed about it as I am.”
Nanine’s eyes opened wide, and she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was.
“It wouldn’t be for long. You could just come with us for a while and still keep all the rights and royalties from the song. Every single time it’s played from now on you’d be making money – a lot of money. Won’t matter where – radio, TV, Internet, streaming, digital reproduction – you’d get a piece of all of it for years to come. It’s a legacy you’d give to the world.”
“I – I just don’t know. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of and $500,000 is a lot of money – but –”
“$600,000.”
Nanine gasped. “I – I don’t know. I –”
Laundry kissed her. “$750,000 and we’ll buy all the songs you can write.”
“Oh my God.” Nanine said. Within a few short minutes, she just made a quarter of a million dollars while kissing a very famous rock star. She looked down at the floor.
“I don’t know what to do. Let me talk to my husband about this first – okay? We’ve had some pretty big medical bills of late.”
“You could make them all disappear – just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “In six months-time, you’d be rid of them all, and have more than enough to send your children to college with a nice big house and anything else you ever wanted.”
“All I’ve ever wanted to do was to make beautiful music.”
“That I can guarantee – Doctor Ronin. I can absolutely guarantee that with a damned cherry on top. Talk it over with your husband.” He let go of her and stuck out his hand in a handshake.
Nanine stared at his hand for a moment. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour. Finally, she shook it. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, I will. I’ll talk to him about it tonight.”
“Great!” Laundry grinned. “I’ll have the road manager draw up a contract for $750,000 a show for a six-month period – starting today – no matter what you decide.”
“Oh my God.” Nanine let go of his hand, but she was still shaking all over. “Oh, my dear God,” she said and leaned on her desk.
Laundry grinned broadly at her and turned to leave.
“See you later, Nanine,” he said. “We leave for Saginaw, Monday.”
This is a new book that I’m writing here on Facebook. Each week I post a new installment and you can actually read it as I’m writing it. Not even I know what’s going to happen yet! Come back each Thursday night and see how it turns out. You can read my other published books at www.aperrinauthor.com
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