Being able to easily forgive people was, in her opinion, one of her best traits. She didn’t want to be angry with Phil when he had only been trying to protect her. He obviously didn’t like Scotty for some reason and he shouldn’t have tried to interfere, but he was only doing what he thought right. And since it was Phil’s birthday in just a few days time, Jenny knew that she couldn’t stay angry with him.
“What do you want then Phil? Maybe I’ll get you something good,” she said to herself laughing slightly.
She would probably get him something to do with guitars, but she didn’t know anything about them apart from that they made noises. There was a shop not that far away which sold instruments and stuff to do with them. So she got up, got changed and picked up her wallet.
Griffin Music Centre was only about a ten minute walk from Jenny’s home. She hadn’t ever actually been anywhere near it before, so it was a bit of a strange part of the town. When she looked at the building she realised how huge it was!
She hadn’t thought that music could be so broad. There were huge amps by the wall that were almost twice as tall as her! Jenny looked confusedly around the place. Two employees stood by the wall.
“Hah look at her! I bet I can get a sale in five minutes.”
The other shook his head. He didn’t like the way his fellow salesmen handled customers.
He always treated them as though they were stupid and tried to take advantage of them. Well he wasn’t going to let it happen if he could help it.
“Hey John, don’t look now but your ex just walked upstairs,”
“What!?” said John spinning around.
The other salesman laughed quietly and went over to Jenny. “Hey I‘m Antony. I’ve never seen you round here before. First time in Griffin?”
“Yeah. I never thought music could be so ... big!”
He chuckled.
“Can I help you with anything?”“Well it’s my brother’s birthday soon and he loves guitars. But I don’t wanna spend too much. Do you have anything within a 100 simoleon margin?”
“Yeah we got some good cheap guitars upstairs. What type of music does your brother play?”
“Well…” began Jenny, “can I say a noisy type?”
They both grinned.
“I’m guessing something like rock then.”
Suddenly a man shouted at them.
“Antony get back to work! I’m not paying you to flirt!”
Antony put his face in his hand and his cheeks glowed red.
“Right sir, sorry for slacking.”
When the man was gone he whispered to Jenny,
“Sorry about him, he’s a right grump.”
They both grinned again. Antony pointed upstairs and both he and Jenny began to walk to the second floor.
Jenny’s moth widened in shock and Antony looked at her.
“You really don’t know a lot about music do you?” he asked.
“Ummmm, not really.”
Lots of guitars stood against walls, with more of the giant amps in the middle.
“Ok we just got some new Gibson explorers in which are 80 simoleons each.
They’ve got some pretty cool distortion effects so if you want to play some heavy rock they’re good. You think you’re brother would like them?”
“Probably. I mean I don’t really see him play it much but if it’s a guitar then I expect he’ll like it.”
Anthony smiled.
“Well if something goes wrong you can either ring this place or me at this number.”
He took out a little slip of paper and a pen so he could write his telephone number down, and then handed it to Jenny.
“Thanks,” she said, and then walked over to pay for the guitar.
The other salesman pulled Anthony back.
“Ha ha nice one!” he said grinning.
Anthony gave him a confused look.
“Don’t pull that face at me. You gave her your number! You know if that’s what you wanted to do you could have told me instead of saying my ex walked in and…”
“Can it,” interrupted Anthony. “I gave her my number for the reason I told her. Not so I could ‘chat her up’ or anything.”
John snorted.
“Whatever,” said Ant, and walked off.
Phil sat on the floor slightly bored. He was pretty happy with the pay, but concert piano wasn’t his type of music.
He turned his head as the door opened. His managing director walked in accompanied by the Pompous J. Bruce Ashton, the pianist
“I trust the piano is ready?” asked Ashton.
Phil nodded.
“Phil can you come with me outside for a minute?” asked his manager.
Phil proceeded, expecting a lecture for ‘looking unprofessional’ in front of the client.
“Now I know that this isn’t your type of music or your dream job to say the least…”
Phil stood there, expecting to hear ‘but’ any moment.
“… So I’ve decided that, on account of your good work, we’re going to send you on a course.”
Phil raised his eyebrows and smiled a little.
“You will be accompanying a band as they record a new track, so you can learn what happens to a greater degree. And don’t worry; the band is one which I believe you will like.”
The manager began to walk toward the door, when he paused.
He spoke without turning around, “By the way I do know it is your birthday in four days, so don’t expect anything after this.”
Phil started silently laughing to himself. He had been lucky to get such a cool managing director.
“Wait!” shouted Phil.
The man turned around to face him, eyebrows raised.
“Which band is it?” he asked, fingers crossed behind his back.
There was silence for a moment, until the manager spoke the for words that Phil had been hoping for.
“Good Men Do Nothing.”
1 comment:
Great update! What a birthday present...a new guitar and a new band! That's one happy man I wager. And I really like the guy from the music shop...he's cute!!
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