I hope you’re not going too stir crazy during this coronavirus home lockdown we’re currently dealing with. It’s not too bad for bookworms. We like to lay around at the crib and read anyway, so this is heaven. But being forced to, and knowing all of the suffering and drama that’s happening outside your door *shudders*.
But at least we have books! We can immerse ourselves in fiction to avoid the worst of this pandemic reality for a bit. In this week’s blog, which picks up where last week’s left off, Sinna is presented with yet another request – appear on a South Korean talk show. Needless to say, Ms. Low Key Boss Behind the Scenes is not pleased. Let me know what you think!
Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Jang Hyuk. I’m watching him as a genius profiler in “Tell Me What You Saw.” He’s older, quite charismatic, and he has laugh you’ll never forget.
XOXO,
SS
“It will also completely screw our budget to add two members to the team.”
“Then let’s ask Mr. Big Wig for more money! With this talk show shit he wants you to take on yet another task that was not specified in the contract. We’ll make it a condition of your participation, and coach it like you were planning to ask him for more anyway. Due to the overwhelming response the group has gotten lately – attributed in no small part to their improved looks – it’s just not possible to provide this level of service without additional staff.
“It’s not just more shows they’ve added to the concert roster, it’s more brand deals, commercials, more contracts in other countries, more everything, for five different artists. Since they don’t have a house stylist, it falls on you as the group’s costume designer to pick up the slack, which you’ve done, admirably.”
“Listen to you, boy,” Sinna said, grinning. “I’m impressed.”
“Girl, please. I’m just repeating the shit you say every day. We got mad shit to do, and you’ve been muttering under your breath about more help for weeks.”
“Fine. But cap this shit, will you? We’ve gotta set these people’s expectations, or they’re gonna work us to death. They’re used to everybody saying yes because they love these idols, but I’m not gonna be on TV when I need to be behind the scenes working. If I take my foot off the gas, this car will run right off the fuckin’ road,” she muttered.
She’d begun a very hungry system by orchestrating the boys clothing off stage as well as on. But it was necessary to create the full-scale image revamp that she initially promised.
As a result of her being extremely good at her job – things had worked out beyond even her expectations – the boys were literally everywhere, and they were beautiful. But now she couldn’t back down. It was exactly the opposite. She had to ramp up even more.
“If you can negotiate a 30 percent increase I will agree to a very modest number of appearances.”
“Jesus, Sinna!”
She turned a cold face his way. “I know you ain’t tryna have me work for free and potentially lower my production value on top of it. You want Billy and Tarquin’s salaries to come out of your share? And I gotta find somebody to replace Billy at home.”
He glared at her. “Lenny will do it. He’s so bored he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’ll want to bring the baby to the studio.”
“I don’t give a shit if he brings his mother as long as the work is done well. Get 35. Tell him I’m gonna get a Korean intern too. Tommy will help you spin it so the intern bit sounds like a cultural boon or some such shit.”
“I already cleared the plan with her, heffa,” he said on his way out of the room.
“I’ve been called worse,” Sinna answered, already tapping again on her laptop.
She thought she was safe since Mr. Big Wig was a notorious tight wad – and they’d recently gotten a bump – but apparently her popularity and value were stronger than his need to keep the purse strings closed.
“Crap,” she said when a smiling Saint came to report the news. “I should have asked for 50. I must be making him more money than I thought.”
He grinned. “I already talked to Billy. He almost pissed hisself he’s so happy. Lenny’s in too. I haven’t heard from Tarquin yet, but either way we’re covered at home.”
“Thank you.” Fuck.
“We gotta find you something special to wear!”
Yes, they did. She was going to appear on Korean TV. Shit.
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