She was looking right at him. He didn't care too much for her expression- actually he didn't care what her expression was as long as she continued to pump down the window. She was yelling at him, at least she was talking to him even if it was obscenities and threats to sue him if he did anything like that again. She yanked her head back and forth at traffic and then at him while they cruised at the same speed: too slow.
All Billy could do was smile and wave the insults away. It was the smile he used to flash at Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake. Back when he was at the top of his game. It must have worked because she calmed down enough to rationalize.
"Do you need something? Do you need help or something?"
"No, everything's fine, I just wanted to tell you how beautiful your voice is."
She stared at him for a few seconds and then began to roll up the window.
"Wait, I'm serious. I work in music- I'm a scouting agent . . .I know what I'm talking about!" He fumbled in the jacket pocket beside his seat for a few precious seconds and then thrust the card out for her to see. She squinted at it through the glass. Billy thought she must not have perfect vision because she had to roll down the window again and leaned farther out. Her lips moved as she read the words "William Haddock, ARock Records, Tampa, Fl".
They had to slide forward again before she recognized him.
"Oh my god! you guys are the ones who work with Ingrid Michael! I love her!"
"Ha, Ha, yes, we are. Ingrid is a close friend of mine actually. I'd love to arrange a meeting.the glaze in her eye was what Billy was counting on. She was baited. Now all he had to do was reel her in and post for prize money.
He put his car in park and leaned far enough forward that she could take the card from him. I think in the car behind him "Money" by Pink Floyd had just begun on the radio. He smiled to himself as she read over the card.
"Call me. We will set up something with the producers. I can make you big darling." Calling her darling was a big risk, but when she nodded vigorously he know the contract was as good as signed.
That is until she furrowed her brow. Billy swallowed hard and asked her as innocently as a fifty year old can manage. "Is something the matter?"
But by then the cars ahead of them had started to pull forward with increasing velocity. Whatever had been causing this traffic constipation from hell was finally over. She turned to ask him something but as soon as her mouth opened the driver behind her decided to lay on his horn, shaking them both into action. She shook her head and he waved at her and began to roll up the window. She did the same, but not before making the well known sign language combo " I'll call you".
Billy drove off, pushing the Mercedes as fast as it could go, leaving her behind so she wouldn't see him bouncing up and down and squealing like the kid with the transformers doll. He flipped open his phone and called his boss.
"Hey J, I just found you're next Diamond Record slot." As his boss was congratulating him William's eye wandered to the clock 5:53. Looks like he would be late for dinner, but he didn't care.
The price was well worth it.
Is there going to be more? Pretty clever considering the limitations of the scene you created. I would suggest elaborating more on the euphoria Billy felt while listening to her voice, as beautiful is a very loaded word. This can let you delve into the psyche of Billy when hearing the voice and establish his credibility in evaluating talent. It'd be interesting if his desire to attain her talents were do to more than job security and being truly awestruck by a voice he'd bet his career on; a sense of pride from the discovery. Right now there's too much reliance on pop idol references to fill in the gaps, 'cause the singers chosen may evoke the readers musical bias. Good call on the hispanic family, especially the mental image of the father driving. Lean but effective humor.
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