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“I don’t give a shit what you have to do, Spanky. I’m not bookin’ the guys there anymore…No………Well, maybe if you fix your electrical problems, my lead singer won’t get electrocuted every time he touches his mic stand…Forget it, Spanky, your club is dangerous and I won’t book anymore of my acts with you guys until you pass inspection. I gotta go…No I will not! Good-bye, Spanky!”
He aggressively tapped the button to end the call and shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his brown hair. Bette didn’t realize she had been staring at him until he looked up at her and did a double take when he caught her eye.
She felt a little self-conscious when his eyes briefly scanned over her body before he returned his attention to the cell phone in his hand.
“Problems with Spanky?” She asked with a smile. She had a feeling that the young man standing in front of her may very well be a booking agent.
A nervous laugh escaped the young man’s lips as he nodded and smiled back at her. “You could say that.”
“Never trust a man named after a Little Rascal.” Bette quipped, earning her another laugh from the well-dressed, side-burn sporting young man.
“No shit.” He said as he glanced over at her again.
“I’m Bette.” She introduced herself, extending her hand to him. “Bette Porter.”
“James…Preston.” He said with a firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you, James Preston.”
“Nice to meet you as well, Bette Porter.”
“You on the clock or what?” The brunette was fishing for information.
“Oh. I’m uh, just the band’s booking agent. I get ‘em gigs and stuff.”
“Hmm.” Bette noticed that James was kind of fidgety. She found it endearing. “What agency are you with?”
“My own. Um, JP Talent Providers.”
“Do you have a business card?”
James gave her a weird look and then fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her a card. “You, uh, own a venue or something?” he asked.
Bette answered vaguely as she read the card. “Or something.” The quality of the business card was very professional and the emblem in the middle of the card was raised to the touch of her thumb. She looked back up at him and flashed him her award-winning smile. “Would you like to have lunch tomorrow?”