Part
2
Corey ran through the office building that housed
CMR. She’d worked for the president as
his personal assistant for just over a year and was going to take the biggest
chance of her life. She stopped and
paced for a few minutes outside his office before knocking lightly. He was on the phone so Corey patiently
waited by the door.
“I’ll get back to you later with the numbers.” He hung up and looked at her. “Is there something you need?” It was time for her to be heading home for
the night. Corey looked nervous like
something was wrong. She was one of the
best personal assistants that he’d ever had.
He liked that she was always two steps ahead of him.
“I
really hate to bother you, but,” she pulled a video tape from behind her back,
“Someone sent me this and I think you should watch it.”
“If
I watched every tape that is sent to me I’d be in front of a television my
whole day.”
“I
know. I know. I’d never think of giving you a tape or video on any normal
circumstance but this … this is different.”
She walked over to his desk.
“This tape is from a friend back home.
These guys are good, really good.
They write their own stuff, play instruments and they’re awfully
cute. A plus for the female market.”
He
wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe she wasn’t a bit prejudiced like he thought. Maybe this group was really good. Worst-case scenario, he took the time to
watch the tape, hated it and had to tell her.
“Okay Corey, just this one time.
Please don’t make a habit of it.”
She
placed the tape on his desk and quietly left.
He
returned to his work and it was well after nine before he thought about the
video Corey had left with him. Curious
about what was on it he walked over to the VCR in his office and popped it in.
The
group wasn’t as young as he imagined they’d be. The song was very well written and quite catchy. Their performance was flawless and it was
obvious that they had spent a great deal of time practicing. They needed work on their stage presence and
choice of costumes, but overall they really were very good.
There
was something eerily familiar about the lead singer. He’d need to talk to Corey in the morning. He was definitely interested in them. Maybe he’d be able to package them as a ‘boy
band’, something that hadn’t been done for almost 10 years.
As
he dressed the next morning he couldn’t quit thinking about the lead
singer. He looked like your typical boy
next door, bright blue eyes, sandy blond hair, 5’10 or maybe taller. Just what was it that made him seem like
he’d met him before?
Corey wasn’t much help after he questioned her about
the band. Other than the fact that they
are from a small Indiana town that looks like a Swiss city and that they went
to the same high school as her, but years apart. She knew nothing about the boys from Y’s 1’s.
