Thanks for that, Dan.
“Wow,” Bree says, laughing awkwardly. “Youalllisten to Bree Belacourt? I wouldn’t have thought she was your style.”
“You don’t have to like her music to hear it,” Dan says. “It’s hard to get away from.”
“We should probably talk about the concert.” I try to draw everyone back to the things we’re supposed to be discussing. “I have the musicians lined up. Sierra, you posted the flyers already, right?”
“Wesley helped me take some around the businesses in town. I left some with a few places in Sebastopol and Occidental, too.”
“I like it.” I nod along. “The stage is contracted and confirmed, and the sound equipment is coming from a company out in…who has that? Dan?”
“Yeah, my buddy is taking care of it. His business is out of Santa Rosa. I bet he’d put a flyer in his shop, too.”
“Great.”
Rose chomps down on a carrot. “Did anyone post on the social medias?”
I look at Sierra.
She nods. “Just the flyers. If we can get all the bands coming to share them to their followers, that will go a long way. The ticket site is up and running. We’ve had a few trickle in, but if the bands share, we’ll probably sell more.”
“Anything else?”
Colby nods, lifting his hand. “I’m going to shoot a video during the concert. It’ll help in the future more than promo for this event, but maybe I can work with Ben to shoot a few things to post online.”
“Benny’s going to play?” Bree asks, her head whipping toward me.
My gaze shoots to her. Little weasel. I can see the spark in her smile. She knows the answer to this already, so if she’shoping a little peer pressure might get me to change my mind, she’s in for disappointment.
“Benny?” Sierra asks, confusion clouding her expression. How many hints is Bree planning to lob her way today?
“No,” I say quickly. “I’m just organizing it.”
“It’s not a bad idea, Ben. Your name would bring in a lot of people,” Rose says. “You have such a lovely voice.”
“You sound like my grandma.”
“Wise woman.”
“We don’t want to pressure you,” Sierra says, “but we would obviously love it if you joined the lineup. You were on a lot of posters once.”
Likethat’sgoing to sway me. “I’m not really interested.”
“Come on, Benny,” Bree says, her smile widening. Her lips, thick from the extra lip liner, and drawn on freckles might throw everyone else off, but her eyes are all Bree. The mischief especially.
Well, two can play at this game, Miss Belacourt.
“I tell you what, guys. You get Bree Belacourt up on that stage,thenI’ll play.”
Her eyes spark with a challenge while everyone else in the room deflates.
A point goes to me.
18
BREE
It’s time.