A Summer to Remember. Victoria Cooke

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СКАЧАТЬ the sunshine and gorgeous beaches of Massachusetts, you can’t beat a bit of drizzle and a bitch-fest with you lot.’

      ‘My sentiments exactly. Anyway, I have to go. I need to be in bed before midnight at least one day this week.’

      ‘Oops. I’d forgotten about the time difference,’ I say, feeling bad for calling so late.

      ‘It’s fine, I’ll catch a few mid-morning zeds when I’m at my desk tomorrow.’

      ‘I hope you’re joking, I can never tell.’

      ‘Unfortunately, the truth is in the eyebags,’ she cackles.

      ‘Okay, give the others my love.’ We exchange goodbyes, and I hang up feeling a little lighter. Just one more day of work to survive before I’m back in my happy place.

      ***

      The ferry journey to Provincetown passes pleasantly. It’s a great way to blow away the office cobwebs on a Friday afternoon. I shall definitely be making it a thing. I while away the time switching between reading and looking out across the ocean, watching the city fade away until it’s clouded by the rugged little islands that surround it and the deep blue of the water and sky all around.

      I get a warm welcome back at the hotel as the lady on reception recognises me, and once I’ve dumped my bags, I head to the main street to find Barney and Harry, who are just packing away their body paints.

      ‘Knocking off early?’ I say.

      ‘I need to go and see my meat guy for the cookout tomorrow.’

      ‘Your meat guy?’ I ask.

      ‘He means the butcher,’ Barney says. ‘Everyone has to be “a guy”.’

      ‘Oh, okay,’ I say, trying to sound upbeat at the discovery of my being at a loose end.

      ‘You should come,’ Barney says. ‘We’re going to cocktail afterwards.’ He does a little wiggly finger dance, whilst I amuse myself, imagining the Collins Dictionary entry for his new use of cocktail:

       Cocktail (verb)

       Kok-teyl

       to sip mixed alcoholic drinks in the company of friends.

      Unless to cocktail is like the US version of peacocking or something. I hope it isn’t. I hate drawing attention to myself, and besides, I don’t have my good shoes. ‘That sounds great. Are you sure you don’t mind me tagging along?’

      ‘We invited you. Of course not.’

      I relax a little. ‘Okay, but this time, cocktails are on me.’

      Harry winks. ‘I knew we liked you.’

      ***

      ‘So, have you climbed a rung of the ladder yet?’ Harry leans on the wooden table, sipping a blue cocktail which he says is called ‘The Harry’. It tastes like a Blue Lagoon to me, with perhaps a hint of something cherry-flavoured if I’m being optimistic. Barney has gone to back to their apartment to put the meat in the fridge and said he’ll catch us up.

      I shake my head. ‘I almost gave a big Jerry-Maguire-cum-Erin-Brockovich speech, but I didn’t think it would get me anywhere.’

      ‘Good. It wouldn’t have. What you need to do is show, not tell.’ Harry’s tongue is blue. It’s hard to take serious advice from him when he looks like he’s eaten a Smurf.

      ‘How do I do that then?’

      ‘Well, you’ve said their campaign ideas are unoriginal and that you’ve tried telling them how to be different, yes?’

      I nod. ‘The problem is, I’m dealing with an international company who’ve been running campaigns for some of the biggest global brands for years. What if I’m wrong? All my other projects have been for much smaller, local businesses in London.’

      ‘Are those things on your feet the trainers you’re marketing?’

      ‘Uhm, yes.’ I’d forgotten I was wearing them. As hideous as Rocks are on a woman of my age, they are bloody comfortable.

      ‘Okay, so I’m assuming your target market is tweens to teens?’ he says.

      ‘How did you guess?’ I say dryly. ‘They don’t seem to have the target audience in mind, though. They’ve gone too young with the pitch, and I think that kind of campaign will alienate the older kids. Young kids will want them anyway if the older ones are wearing them, so targeting them seems redundant.’

      ‘I agree with you, not that I know anything about the field of marketing, but I definitely think the image needs to be cool.’

      ‘I think they’re trying to go head to head with Strides, and to me that seems like a bit of a cop-out. They can piggyback off the brand strength of Strides and undercut the prices or throw in some tacky gimmick like a free keyring or something, but that won’t build the Rocks brand, which is I’m sure what the client will want.’

      Harry nods. ‘Agreed.’

      I sigh. ‘So, what are teens into? I could sell sand to a desert-dweller normally, but when it comes to kids, I’m not really au fait.’

      ‘Pop concerts, smartphones, skateboarding …’ Harry tails off.

      ‘They have a pigtailed girl holding a doll at the centre of their campaign idea. Rocks are going to hate it. I just don’t know how to get them to listen to me so we can actually work on something worthwhile.’

      ‘You can’t. But you can show them. Put a mood board together or something, and you can storm in there on Monday with something real to show them.’

      Could I do that? Usually, we discuss our ideas first and then put the concepts down on paper, but I don’t want to bore Harry with that fact. I’m not sure how I’ll be perceived if I go rogue. Still, I can’t exactly sink any lower in any of their estimations and there’s no obvious Spice Girl Patrick could call me in that scenario, so what do I have to lose?

      ‘I’ll have a think,’ I say. ‘You’re good at this. Why on earth did Barney want advertising advice from me when he already has you?’

      ‘He doesn’t think I know what I’m talking about.’

      ‘Well, he’s wrong.’

      ‘It was Barney’s way of befriending you. I don’t like to massage his ego too much, but he is intuitive. He just has this knack for knowing when he meets a great person.’

      Heat floods my cheeks. ‘Well, I’m glad you think so.’

      ‘You know, maybe tomorrow night I can help you out a little with your project.’

      That sounds promising. Before I can reply, Barney comes bounding over. ‘I’ve worked up a thirst.’ He presses the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. Harry moves a blue cocktail over, and Barney СКАЧАТЬ