The Ingredients for Happiness. Lucy Knott

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СКАЧАТЬ Collins?’ a man’s voice asked rather loudly and forcefully, causing Sabrina to pull the phone away from her ear. She cleared her throat, wanting to sound confident and professional.

      ‘Yes, yes, it is. How can I help you?’ she replied, as she played with the string from the teabag that dangled out of her little teapot.

      ‘I’m Kyle Jennings with Music Life magazine. We’d like to run an article on San Francisco Beat and I want to get the boys in for an interview as soon as possible. They’re in high demand and we want them. You need to be aggressive, love. The boys are hot commodity right now and where are they? Looking at cafés in Manchester and hanging out in skate parks when they should be riding the free-agent wave.’

      Sabrina opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. She didn’t know what to say. The man’s abrupt tone threw her off. While she wanted to appreciate his advice, she was stunned at his rudeness. Then again, she shouldn’t have been. This was LA – where there was money to be made everyone wanted a piece of the action. She sat up straighter in her chair. She currently didn’t have anyone helping her with San Francisco Beat. She couldn’t hide behind publicists or label execs when conflict got too much – she was now the first line of defense where the band were concerned. She certainly didn’t have Lydia’s brazen approach when it came to dealing with people, but she knew she needed to be tougher. She rolled her shoulders back and cleared her throat once more.

      ‘San Francisco Beat are currently on a break. They have families and lives to live, just like the rest of us, and at this time they are not available for interviews,’ Sabrina said as she tugged at her lip, brows furrowed, not wanting the man to get nasty with her, but well aware of how journalists could talk. After the peace and anonymity that Italy had offered, it unnerved Sabrina that the paparazzi were now hounding the boys. They must have spotted Dan in England with Amanda and caught on to both Dylan and James being back at home in San Francisco spending time with their families before the whirlwind of a new record deal had them on the road again.

      ‘Suit yourself, sweetheart, but people don’t want to see the boys on playdates with their other halves. They’re rock stars, they best start acting like it. And they’re talented at that. I just hope you don’t run them into the ground.’ With that he hung up and left Sabrina aggressively stabbing at her vanilla cupcake that donned far too much frosting.

      She put her phone down next to her barely touched cupcake, suddenly having lost her appetite. Come on, Sabrina, she urged herself. You need to pick one. Though she didn’t care for the man’s patronizing tone, he was right. Sabrina couldn’t dawdle forever and stall this next step. She needed to believe in herself and follow her gut. The band’s fans would be waiting for a new album and a new tour; she had to deliver. She drew her eyes back to the screen before remembering her sisters’ texts. She picked up her phone to reply quickly just as Tyler Wall’s name filled the screen. She had to answer. It was Tyler Wall, international rock god and one of her dearest friends.

      ‘Bri, how’s it going hon?’ Tyler’s chirpy voice sang down the line.

      Sabrina eased back into her chair, happy to hear a friendly voice. ‘It’s going wonderfully Ty, how are things with you?’ she answered, dipping the lid of her laptop so her screen would stop judging her. All isn’t one hundred per cent wonderful the screen shouted at her from its display of never-ending emails.

      ‘Good good, flower. I need a favour,’ Tyler said, causing Sabrina to sit up. She would do anything for Tyler, he had done so much for her – giving her her first big break all those years ago during the Leeds music festival and keeping her sane while working for Jones Records.

      ‘Of course, anything,’ she replied enthusiastically, covering her phone-free ear with her hand so she could hear him better.

      ‘There’s this band currently on the market for a record deal and well, my label wants to snap them up. I would be their golden boy if by chance I was able to sweeten up their manager and get them in for a meeting,’ Tyler said.

      Sabrina suddenly felt deflated that without her contacts at Jones Records, she might not be able to help her friend. She didn’t reply straight away but let out a small sigh, trying to think of a plan.

      A few moments passed by as Sabrina racked her brain, ready to break the news to Tyler that she was unable to take her contact list with her.

      ‘Bri, are you still there? Bri, I’m talking about you!!’ Tyler exclaimed with a bark of a laugh which Sabrina could see in her mind. He often threw his head back when something tickled him. She palmed her forehead and blinked back to reality.

      ‘Gosh Tyler, my brain is totally frazzled going through all these emails and phone calls, not to mention packing up my apartment. I was away with the fairies,’ she said and let out an embarrassed laugh. ‘Forgive me.’

      ‘Nothing to forgive hon. You’re a doll. So, what do you say?’ The excitement in Tyler’s voice picked up again, laughter still light in his words.

      Sabrina sat on the edge of her seat, going over what Tyler had offered and trying to compute it. When her brain clicked, she gasped, almost knocking her cupcake to the floor with her knee and getting a few strange looks and the odd smile from the other occupants of the café.

      ‘Yes, Tyler. Oh wow, that would be incredible. Yes, thank you,’ she expressed, with sheer surprise and delight in her tone. Tyler’s record label, City Heights Records, had done a fantastic job with Tyler’s career thus far and more importantly than that, Tyler was extremely happy there, which spoke volumes for them in Sabrina’s eyes.

      ‘Amazing Bri. So, when can you round up the troops?’ Tyler queried, making Sabrina gulp.

      ‘How soon are we talking?’ she asked, a slight wobble in her voice. She picked up her pen and tapped it anxiously against her notebook.

      ‘They were thinking the day after tomorrow. You know what it’s like hon, the ride never stops.’

      ‘Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Thank you so much for this Ty. I owe you one. In fact, I probably owe you like three now,’ she said, making Tyler guffaw again.

      They said their goodbyes and Sabrina immediately looked to her calendar, having promised to send Tyler a time for the meeting. It shouldn’t be too difficult, she hoped. Dan was due back from England late tomorrow evening anyway, and she would just have to message Dylan and James and hope she wasn’t interrupting any important family events and that they could fly back tomorrow too. And Levi, well she could just tell Levi the great news when she got home later that day. The excitement bubbling in her stomach tripled with that thought.

       Chapter 3

      Almond Torta

       Ingredients:

      Flour

      Ground almonds

      Butter

      Slivered almonds

      Eggs

      Sugar

      Pretty sure Nanna adds a dash of some liquor (ask her what it is)

       What to do:

      Next time write it down, СКАЧАТЬ