Two
I read the words on the page once more. Jonathan started off by telling me about the scandal one of the band members, Eric, had gotten involved in. Of course, I’d heard about it, as had everybody else in the country not living under a rock. According to the papers, Eric had cheated on his long time girlfriend with a stripper living in Las Vegas, gotten her pregnant and then paid for her to have an abortion.
Jonathan’s letter confirmed t hat the story was true, and Eric’s girlfriend had left him. The problem was, it wasn’t the stripper who had leaked the story. The letter continued on with what wasn’t said. The girlfriend in question had happily accepted the abortion, and was content continuing her life in Vegas and seeing Eric on the side. In fact, when the story spilled, she was the most upset of everyone, as she was the one not used to dealing with fame and paparazzi.
Jonathan’s letter continued, telling me that the band conducted an investigation and hired a private investigator, and found that it was actually the head of the PR firm they’d hired to take care of all their public appearances and everything that had leaked the story to the media. She confessed immediately when confronted with the evidence, claiming that Knight Blindness had never been in the papers as often as they were then.
Nonetheless, the band immediately fired the company, and now they were in need of a new PR representative. And that was where I came in. After high school, I didn’t really know what to do. I wasn’t one of the super smart kids, so it wasn’t like I was going to go off to Princeton or anything, but I wanted a career. I went to community college, and on a whim, did a diploma in public relations.
I didn’t really have a lot of connections in the town, and as anyone who has grown up in a small town knows, connections are everything. Most people got jobs through their parents, but my mom, who worked really hard to make sure I had a good life, never really made it anywhere career-wise, and so I didn’t have a lot of connections by the time I graduated.
I tried to get jobs doing anything in the PR field. Hell, I even tried to get jobs in Cleveland, Cincinnati, Columbus and even Chicago, but with the economy the way it was, I rarely got interviews, let alone an actual job. Meanwhile, interest on my student loans was starting to accumulate, I wasn’t able to find any work at all, and starting to get depressed about it. After all, I’d devoted a couple years of my life to this diploma. I didn’t want it all to go to waste. Eventually I went on the internet and read about starting my own business. After all, isn’t that the American dream?
It was a hell of a lot harder than I expected it to be. For a while I was working 50, 60 and sometimes even 70 hour weeks just trying to drum up business literally everywhere I could. Things started working out for me eventually though, and thanks to the low overhead, I quickly managed to actually be successful at it.
So, I was now running my own small PR firm in our small town in Ohio. Of course, it wasn’t like I was a superstar or anything. Mainly I just suggested to local business owners how to make attractive advertisements, or how to get some free airtime on the local radio station. The three major companies in town hired me to write the press releases they sent out every month or so, and that was enough to pay the bills, which was all I wanted.
What Jonathan was proposing though, that just completely ble w me away. I read the next part of the letter aloud, just to make sure I’d gotten it right:
“I heard from Sally that you’re running a PR company in town, and a fairly successful one, which doesn’t surprise me at all. As I’m sure you can understand , I’ve got reservations now hiring an outside firm. If you were willing, I’d like for you to come to Los Angeles and run the PR for the band. We’ll pay you well, of course, but right now we need someone with