is playing
here next week, and I'd like to see him.”
“What day is today?” Sam could hear him shuffling papers.
“Monday,” offered Sam.
“Can you make it Wednesday? Fly out tomorrow, meet me on
Wednesday?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Book your tickets, hotel and limo and keep a receipt
so I can reimburse you. Let me know your reservations and I'll have my driver
bring you here.”
“Will do. What's the best phone number where I can reach
you?” Sam slipped into her business mode, overcoming her shyness.
Jett rattled out a number. “It's private so don't give it
out.” Jett laughed.
“Isn't that an Arizona number?”
“I like you already. You've got a head on your shoulders.
Yes, it is. Do you know why?”
“Because your children live in Arizona,” replied Sam calmly.
“I thought you weren't a fan?” countered Jett.
“I'm not, but I did do my research. Didn't want to start
cold cocked,” admitted Sam sheepishly.
“Can't wait to meet you, Sam.” Jett chuckled and
disconnected the call.
Excited, Sam called Jordan, but he didn't answer so she left
a message. She got busy and booked her plane tickets and winced at the price of
nine hundred dollars on such short notice. She made her hotel reservations and
called a limo service to pick her up at LAX. Satisfied, she called Jett back
and left a message outlining her itinerary. Sam dreaded the next call. Bunny.
“Hey, Mom. It's me.”
“Hello there, Sam. Where's your resume. I've been waiting
for it? I've lined up at least four friends who say they want to interview you,”
said Bunny.
“There's been a change in plans,” began Samantha slowly. “You
see, I have an interview on Wednesday.”
“Oh honey, that's great. With what company?” Bunny sounded
truly happy.
“It's not really a company. You see it's for an
organization.” Sam closed her eyes.
“Sam?” warned Bunny. “I know that tone of voice. There's
something you're not telling me, and I don't think I'm going to like it.”
“No, I don't think you will.” Sam swallowed hard, trying to organize
her thoughts. “It's a press assistant position for a famous rock star. He has a
business manager to run the business side but I'd be helping with his personal
schedule. He needs an organized, sophisticated and polished person.”
“Sam, you have too much education to submit to that level.
Why, you'd be hired help like a servant. No way are you taking this job.”
“Mom, I'm thirty-years-old. I can make my own decisions. You
know I love running things and I would be great at this job. Besides, the pay
is to die for; two hundred grand a year.”
“I still don't like it. Rock star? Do I know him? “ Bunny's
voice stilled as she put two and two together. “Your brother set you up with
this, didn't he? Didn't he?” Bunny began screaming now. “Don't tell me you're
going to be running around with all those music druggies like he is?”
“No,” explained Sam. “I'm the one who stays home, and I
don't know if he's a druggie. I don't think so. I think he's past that stage.” Sam
closed her eyes and she delivered the last punch. “It's in Los Angles, too. I'd
be moving there.”
“The answer is no, and that's final. You're my baby and I'm
not going to have you traipsing to the other side of the country. It's bad
enough I worry about your brother. I don't care how much money he offers you.
Find a good job here instead. This is Chicago. Surely, you can find a rock star
around here.”
“Mom, this is my life, not yours. I'm leaving tomorrow to
interview with Jett and I should be back on Friday. I'm putting Cracker in the
kennel, so you don't have to worry about him.”
“I can't believe you're doing this, Sam. This is so…so
impetuous of you. You're only thinking of yourself and not your poor parents.”
“Yes, I am thinking of me and my life. I would regret
it terribly if I didn't take this chance. I think you're the one who is being
selfish. You don't want me
here next week, and I'd like to see him.”
“What day is today?” Sam could hear him shuffling papers.
“Monday,” offered Sam.
“Can you make it Wednesday? Fly out tomorrow, meet me on
Wednesday?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Book your tickets, hotel and limo and keep a receipt
so I can reimburse you. Let me know your reservations and I'll have my driver
bring you here.”
“Will do. What's the best phone number where I can reach
you?” Sam slipped into her business mode, overcoming her shyness.
Jett rattled out a number. “It's private so don't give it
out.” Jett laughed.
“Isn't that an Arizona number?”
“I like you already. You've got a head on your shoulders.
Yes, it is. Do you know why?”
“Because your children live in Arizona,” replied Sam calmly.
“I thought you weren't a fan?” countered Jett.
“I'm not, but I did do my research. Didn't want to start
cold cocked,” admitted Sam sheepishly.
“Can't wait to meet you, Sam.” Jett chuckled and
disconnected the call.
Excited, Sam called Jordan, but he didn't answer so she left
a message. She got busy and booked her plane tickets and winced at the price of
nine hundred dollars on such short notice. She made her hotel reservations and
called a limo service to pick her up at LAX. Satisfied, she called Jett back
and left a message outlining her itinerary. Sam dreaded the next call. Bunny.
“Hey, Mom. It's me.”
“Hello there, Sam. Where's your resume. I've been waiting
for it? I've lined up at least four friends who say they want to interview you,”
said Bunny.
“There's been a change in plans,” began Samantha slowly. “You
see, I have an interview on Wednesday.”
“Oh honey, that's great. With what company?” Bunny sounded
truly happy.
“It's not really a company. You see it's for an
organization.” Sam closed her eyes.
“Sam?” warned Bunny. “I know that tone of voice. There's
something you're not telling me, and I don't think I'm going to like it.”
“No, I don't think you will.” Sam swallowed hard, trying to organize
her thoughts. “It's a press assistant position for a famous rock star. He has a
business manager to run the business side but I'd be helping with his personal
schedule. He needs an organized, sophisticated and polished person.”
“Sam, you have too much education to submit to that level.
Why, you'd be hired help like a servant. No way are you taking this job.”
“Mom, I'm thirty-years-old. I can make my own decisions. You
know I love running things and I would be great at this job. Besides, the pay
is to die for; two hundred grand a year.”
“I still don't like it. Rock star? Do I know him? “ Bunny's
voice stilled as she put two and two together. “Your brother set you up with
this, didn't he? Didn't he?” Bunny began screaming now. “Don't tell me you're
going to be running around with all those music druggies like he is?”
“No,” explained Sam. “I'm the one who stays home, and I
don't know if he's a druggie. I don't think so. I think he's past that stage.” Sam
closed her eyes and she delivered the last punch. “It's in Los Angles, too. I'd
be moving there.”
“The answer is no, and that's final. You're my baby and I'm
not going to have you traipsing to the other side of the country. It's bad
enough I worry about your brother. I don't care how much money he offers you.
Find a good job here instead. This is Chicago. Surely, you can find a rock star
around here.”
“Mom, this is my life, not yours. I'm leaving tomorrow to
interview with Jett and I should be back on Friday. I'm putting Cracker in the
kennel, so you don't have to worry about him.”
“I can't believe you're doing this, Sam. This is so…so
impetuous of you. You're only thinking of yourself and not your poor parents.”
“Yes, I am thinking of me and my life. I would regret
it terribly if I didn't take this chance. I think you're the one who is being
selfish. You don't want me