Cold Feet

CHRISTINE

I’ve been a wedding planner for a long time. I’m the best in the game and I’m not about to let a young upstart challenge for my crown. There’s one person who I come up against more and more and it’s her. Viola. I’ve lost a lot of business to her. I’m still doing great numbers and growing but I could grow so much faster if she wasn’t fishing in my pond.

Who the hell does she think she is? I know this business inside out. There isn’t that much to it when you’re an expert. It’s easy to pinpoint the weak points in any wedding planner’s business. Hell, they’re the same weak spots as mine and that makes it even easier to take her down. Her assistant didn’t want to take my offer but that’s okay. It’s just one point of attack.

When I’m finished, they’ll both be crawling to me.

I look at the brochure I took from their booth and start to formulate my plan of attack. I boot up my laptop and am soon on Viola’s website looking for the information I need. I can’t find what I’m looking for so I try another angle. I go to the gallery and testimonials.

Bingo! I make notes of the information I am looking for and then close the site.

I pick up the phone and dial Viola’s office number.

The phone is answered promptly.

“Hi, this is Mrs. Anderson.”

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson. How can I help you? This is Jessica.”

The assistant. “We’re having a party soon for Mr. Anderson’s office and he asked me about the band that we had at the wedding. I thought I’d give you a call and find out if I could contact them to see if they’re available. Would it be possible to give me their number?”

“Sure, Mrs. Anderson. I’d be only too happy to. Hold on while I get the details.”

I wait a few moments and then Jessica comes on the line again. “Here you go, Mrs. Anderson.”

She gives me the contact name and number for Steve from the band called ‘Plastered’. I thank her and hang up.

I smile and mentally congratulate myself. It’s that easy.

meet him to discuss hiring

in opposite him. I feel his eyes appraise me as I sit down. I’ve worn a short skirt and a tight, white cotton

I help you?”

confession, Steve,” I

that?” Steve asks,

wasn’t being totally honest. I’d like your band to

parties?” Steve frowns. “I don’t

planner, just like Viola

a long way. I mean I’d be happy to

for a reversal of that proposed arrangement. You play all my weddings and fit her in where

tell his mind is working overtime and I can tell where it’s headed so I cut

right now. There’s no going to Viola and

call the band and discuss it with them?”

A gig’s a gig. Doesn’t matter who you play for or where you play.

is still to Viola.

‘Saturday.”

two days

“And?”

wedding with Viola. We can’t just drop her at such short

I’ll say this too, and I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging but when it comes to wedding planners, I. Am. The. Best. So, you can decide

happy. Then he shakes his head. “We can start next week. Not this weekend. I just can’t do

“Well, I guess I’ll have to find another band then,”

“No deal?” Steve asks.

you a

deal where both parties are