“Yeah, I’m finally meeting with that financial advisor I was telling you about,” I answered, scanning my glass dining table at the array of food.
“Yeah, he went all out,” Resha said what I was thinking.
There were Belgian waffles topped with strawberries, and another topped with peaches, fruit salad, turkey bacon and sausage because Resha nor I ate pork, toast, eggs, coffee, and grapefruit and orange juice. I shook my head.
“I don’t know what that look is for but I’m gonna eat. And if you were occupied all night with what Isuspectedyou two were going to do when he kicked me outta here, you need to eat, too.” She handed me one of my white ceramic plates before she began filling her own.
I took some eggs, fruit, and half of a waffle before sitting down.
“So, business or personal first?”
I looked at Resha.
“Business.”
She swallowed and nodded. “I think our first live show needs to be around December or January some time.”
I frowned. “You don’t think that’s too close to the holidays? People will be traveling, spending money on gifts and such. You think they’ll want to fork out more money to see us live?”
Resha hesitated, her honey eyes moving toward the double glass doors that lead to my balcony. “Good point. But, I still think it’s a good time. We could do it in between Christmas and New Years’. Most people take off during that week. We could start selling tickets in early November and people could buy tickets as holidays gifts.”
I chewed on the forkful of eggs I just taken, thinking over her suggestion. I nodded. “That could work,” I answered after swallowing. “Let me figure out the logistics. We’d need to pick a venue soon.”
Resha clapped, excitedly. “I’ve already looked at a couple. I really liked the New Town Theater. In total it seats about five hundred people—”
“You think we’ll get that many?” I asked.
“Girl, you’ve got to stop thinking so small,” she admonished.
“Okay, we need to talk prices and timelines.”
“I got the prices and everything here. I spoke with the event scheduler at the theater and looked in the venue yesterday afternoon after I landed. For my money, it looks good, but I want us both to be on the same page, so I made an appointment for later this week for us to take a look.”
I nodded, perusing the flyer. “Just let me know the date and time and I’ll work it out. In the future, we’ll need to hire a manager or event planner or someone to coordinate this stuff if we keep doing these live shows. Especially with you traveling so much.”
“Agreed, but let’s cross one hurdle at a time.”
“Okay.”
“Now this financial advisor you’re meeting with today. This is the person that scallywag ex-husband of yours told you about?”
I giggled. “Yeah.”
“I’m sure you didn’t call his office and say ‘Hi, I’m Destiny McDonald and I think you’re full of shit. Can I have a meeting with you?’”
“No,” I shook my head, laughing, “I certainly did not say that. I called and gave a fake name. Said I was the widow of a wealthy man and looking for ways to invest the money I’d just inherited.”
Resha nodded. “You don’t think he’ll recognize you?”
I shrugged. “From where?”
“You were married to a famous basketball player.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t remind me. I mean, I thought of that, but Darryl and I were over years ago. Plus, we were mainly private about our relationship. It wasn’t until after our split that more photos of me leaked but even then, it was only a handful. I’ve cut my hair since then so I’m hoping time works in my favor. I think he and Darryl have only been working together for the last two years, way after we broke up.”
Resha paused with a glass of orange juice at her lips, mulling over my explanation. “That might work. Social media wasn’t as ubiquitous back then.”
I nodded.
