The studio door crashes back against the wall and standing in front of
her is enthusiasm incarnate.
Jackson’s, eyes crinkle in
all the right places, and his tanned masculine body stands panting from his run
up the stairs, his dark hair array, and a smile that could light the night sky.
Betty, just stares at this apparition who recently
joined her graphic design business. A business, after two years, still operated
out of her parent’s converted loft.
It’s not that she hadn’t had clients. Just not the big
money spinners, more along the bread and butter line, business cards, web
design, small adverts and flyers. She wasn’t sure how Jackson became part of
the team. Betty, thought it had something to do with a boozy night down the
local. But here he was larger than life, and from behind his back he conjures a
bunch of flowers in his outstretched hand, and beaming boyish charm.Bouquet of Flowers
Betty, tilts back her chair and thinks, ‘this guy is
way too young for me,’ then using her best stern boss voice, ‘Where’ve you been
we start at 9:00 am on Mondays.’
‘Yeah, yeah I know. But I had to stop for flowers, and I’ve got a great idea for that new band logo.’
Betty, steels herself against another Jackson Jones idea.
‘What were ya doin, waitin for them to bloom, its bloody lunchtime.’
‘Oh, is it. I’ll tell you my idea over lunch if ya wana go out.’
‘You know, Jackson, my parent’s think you’re a dick.’
‘Yep, your old man’s not keen, but I told him, to chill out, I’d grown on him.’
‘Really and how did that work for you?’
‘Not great he walked off mumbling something about soap scum.’
‘Anyway, about this idea do you want to hear it or not.’
Betty, leans forward on the desk, points at the coffee machine, hands him her cup. “Talk while you get coffee.’
‘Right.’ Jackson, rinses
the cup and pours a rich muddy brew, and hands it back. He pulls up a chair and
starts his spiel. ‘Ya know the new band down the local,’ Betty nods, ‘well they
want some flyers drawn up, but they also want to design a logo.’
‘Yep, I discussed
designs with them last week, Jackson, remember and we took the promo photos.’
‘Ok, ok but they were
for the flyers. This is for the logo. Their name is ‘Slip of the Tongue’ I was
thinking big enormous lush lips with a huge tongue sticking out, all in shiny
black gloss.’
Betty, just stares in mock surprise.
Purple Flowers
“You’re overwhelmed
right. I can see it on your face.”
She watches, Jackson, wiggle in his chair like a new puppy. Diplomacy, Betty thinks, but what comes out is “John Pasche.”
“No, No, we don’t need
another artist we can do the design ourselves.”
Blank faced, Betty knows, Jackson has to go. All body no brain; it’s not working for her, and the irony was killing her.
With a smile
she tries again, “Rolling Stones Complete Collection 1971-2003.” No response
from, Jackson, other than a slight slackening of the jaw. Diplomacy gone, Betty
sighs, “It’s been done, but in red.”
Very entertaining
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