Chapter 5

Bette’s Office

“Were we not clear enough in our instructions, Max?” Bette asked.

The flyer was 4×6 inches with an older photo of Kit slightly off center and leaning to the left. In the background, the rest of the band was silhouetted playing their instruments. The small red block lettering lining the bottom of the flyer provided the information about the show. But it was the prominent red letters spilled over the top of the flyer that caught their attention.

“Kit Potter and the Sprouts?” Max finally said aloud.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Bette was pissed. She reached for the phone with a shaky hand, she was so livid.

“I knew we should have used our printing department,” Max breathed as he shook his head.

“I didn’t want Phyllis and Leonard to think we were misappropriating company resources for this project, Max.” Bette explained, biting her bottom lip. She had dialed the number for the DigiPrint rep and was tapping her fingers on her desk as she waited for someone to pick up the other line.

Once she heard the company greeting on the other line she asked for the rep through clenched teeth.

A moment later, “Yes, this is Nick Latcher.”

“Nick, Bette Porter, KDG.”

“Oh hey, Bette, did you get my email?”

“I got it open right here in front of me, Nick. One question: how many people do you have working for you that actually passed 5^th grade English?”

“Uhh, I’m not sure I understand, Bette.”

“Well Nick, I’m sitting here staring at the flyer I am paying your company more than a fair price for and frankly, I am fucking flabbergasted that your people couldn’t even be bothered to get the name of the band right. Can you please explain to me how Kit Porter and the Stouts have been replaced by Kit Potter and the Sprouts playing the Roxy next Friday?”

Max was stifling a laugh as he listened to Bette’s side of the conversation.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry Bette, I didn’t even catch that.” Nick apologized.

“No, of course you didn’t, Nick. I’m certainly glad – ”

“But you have to admit Bette,” Nick interrupted, “That would be a kick ass name for a tribute band when your sister’s blows up, right?” he laughed at his own quick wit.