For those of you not watching the world series, here is the first excerpt from Forty Times Platinum.
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– From Chapter One-
“Jennifer Montgomery! I know you hear me,” Michael Bradley yelled running toward her. “Do not even think about taking another step.”
“Wha-at?” Jen said sarcastically as she turned in his direction.
The flash of her sapphire eyes turned Michael gooey and incoherent. His cheeks turned red and his uncomfortable eyes drifted to Michelle as he cleared his throat. “Jamie Miller signed.”
“He signed?” Jen’s sarcastic smile faded.
“He did. I knew you’d want to hear it from A&R first.”
She pulled her knees together and dipped her hips revealing a level of excitement that only a few people at Thompson Street Records had ever seen. Even with Stan, she maintained a degree of composure. She had never wanted him to regret hiring not only a woman, but a former signed artist to run the Talent Development department.
“Who—who got picked for EP?” she asked.
“Corey. We just told Stan.” Michael crossed his arms.
Jen bit down on her lip, suppressing the argument that Thompson had better executive producers.
“Corey Hanson is an excellent EP, Jen,” Michael contended. “Jamie will get the platinum team soon enough.”
She met his eyes with a confident nod.
“You know he wanted you, right?” Michael asked.
Leaning in, Jen asked in a whisper soft voice, “Jamie wanted me?”
“Of course he wanted you. Who wouldn’t? I meant Stan.”
Shaking off the quick rise in her heart rate, Jen turned in the direction of her office once again. “Well, Stan would love me to EP every record and write every song. Heck, he’d have me selling the damn things on the street if he could.”
“When I’m president of this label, I’ll only ask to you sell the shitty ones on the street.”
Jen swung back around and tilted a smile in his direction. “We don’t produce shitty records, Michael.” After he left music, Michael had referred to taking this so-called “temporary” position at Thompson as “crossing over to the dark side.” And now he wants to be president!
Michelle interrupted their strange but typical banter. “Michael, maybe you can convince Jen to call her mother back.”
“What’s wrong with Gigi?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Jen knocked her head back. “She’s still on the road. I can’t deal with those phone calls anymore.” The once strained relationship with Gigi had over time morphed into a series of typical mother-daughter episodes. Typical however had to take into account Gigi’s legendary singer status and her periods of substance abuse. Jen had gone to bed many nights in her mother’s Scottsdale mansion deciding which was worse.
“You gotta give her credit, though.” Michael shook his head. “She’s still cranking out records and touring after all these years.”
“You can always go back on the road. It’s not too late.”
“And leave you here to have all this fun by yourself? Not a chance sweetheart.” Michael winked and walked away.
Once a large distance was between them, Michelle said, “I hope, when I get married and then divorced, that I have such a good relationship with my ex-husband.”