I never claimed to be the most patient man in the world, but damn if that Jenna wouldn’t drive a lesser man to drink.
Jenna Lindstrom is my newest client, a vocal mystic like none I’ve ever heard and possibly one of the most exasperating women on the planet.
Er…okay. Most men would probably take one look and fancy getting her between the sheets, but that wouldn’t be a professional man like me. I am her manager after all and we’ve got a lot of work to do to launch her career. Even a rich alto voice such as hers needs exposure. You know…people need to hear her.
That’s where my other more senior client comes in. Actually I’ve known Colin, yeah--Colin Dunlow since we were lads and it didn’t take much to convince me I’d be the best manager for his hard driving rock style. Him and the boys—Dumbarton. They’ve had more platinum albums now than any other band in modern history.
So I get to thinking. Wouldn’t it be the best possible platform to launch Jenna? Albert Hall London is having a benefit concert for AIDs research and all the top acts are pitching in. Dumbarton is the headliner of course, but I’m figuring that slipping in one more act---Jenna---would wow the crowd. Take ‘em by surprise. You know—like that old movie A Star Is Born.
I’ve got the best sixth sense in the business about sure things and this woman is about as sure as Ice in Iceland.
What? You say Iceland is a volcanic country riddled with steaming cauldrons of magma like so much Swiss cheese? You might be right there actually. Dangling Miss Jenna in front of Colin is like catnip to the feline. The man simply has no self-control when it comes to beautiful women.
That’s the last thing I need. Two clients getting involved. Especially these two. Incendiary would be an understatement. Colin’s not allowed anyways. His AA sponsor says so. No women. Not for a year. He needs to recover. Get his head screwed on right and stay away from anything--or anyone-- that could drive him back to the bottle.
‘Nice for me’, you say? Nah. I’m nothing but professional. I’d stake my reputation on it. The real one---not all that rubbish the press puts out about Kyle Matthews the Lothario of the music industry. Nonsense. Not where this woman is involved.
Can’t afford the headache.
Can’t afford the bad press.
I simply won’t allow it. Not for Colin—not for me.
What’s that you say? They’ve written a book about it all? Never read ‘em. Trash the lot of it.
Coming out in February, is it? Well, I won’t be any part of tall tales even if it means more exposure for my clients. If you want to interview either Mr. Dunlow or Miss Lindstrom you’ll need to go through me.
Fine. Until February then.
Shadows Steal the Light
By Christine London
Coming February 1st from MuseItHot
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Christine London was born in Chicago, Illinois, but left the long winters of the Midwest as a child to find her roots in the sun and charm of California, both North and South. Her adopted home became Great Britain when she spent a year of college in the east end of London with three male flat mates; one from each country on the main island. Her fascination and love affair with all things British has grown over the years, facilitated by summers spent trading houses.
Graduating from Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles, Chris continued with family, teaching, singing in a jazz sextet and running foot races (and winning) before discovering her true passion….the romance and adventure of writing.
It took one Scot to awaken her poetic appreciation of Scotland's natural beauty, and another Scot to ignite her passion for writing. Thank you, gentlemen.