Hey, what are you up to?I'm at work.
Sorry, text me back later then.
No, I can talk. I just...I could actually use your help with something.
What's going on, Eric?
I'm about to go in for a meeting at work and I have this great idea I want to pitch, but one of our creative directors has already pitched his plan.
What do I do?
Tell me about the idea!
We're shooting a commercial for this Italian-American food company, a family owned one, and Jonathan has cast another family to play the part in the commercial. They barely look like they have any Italian decent i them.
He said people want to see beautiful people cook, not a 'real family with zero camera experience'.
Let me guess; Jonathan is the office jerk?
You could say that. I know he hates me.
Don't ask me why.
What's your pitch? To go more authentic?
Yes you get it!
I want to use the family, grand kids, grandparents and aunt's and uncles. Let's create a beautiful dinner table and have them represent their own company - a family company!
That should be your pitch, Eric, exactly what you wrote to me now!
Do you believe in this idea?
Yes I do.
Then you know what to do.
Go in and do this, you have nothing to lose. Cause you'll regret it if you don't give it a chance.
I have enough regrets as it is...I don't want to add on to the list ;)
You're right, I'm going to do it!
That's my buddy!
Call me afterwards! :)
And hey, I'm proud of you, Eric.
*
"Hello?"
"—he said he'd reconsider Jonathan's pitch!" Eric screamed into the phone with an excited voice.
"Eric that's amazing! Congratulations!"
"It doesn't mean anything yet. But Mr. Nylon did listen to me..."
"That's good enough. That means he respects your opinion."
"I couldn't have done it without your little pep talk. Now I hope to have chance to give him more details"
"Sure you could've and now you know you can! Now go and celebrate." She ordered jokingly.
"Yeah about that, lets celebrate together?"
"What do you mean? Like you and I?" She asked hopefully.
"Yeah...and my friends and your friends. Let's get together!"
"Oh...yeah that sounds cool."
"I'll text you later, we can come to L.A to see you."
"Okay, well—when and where? I mean; do you have a plan?"
"You're the L.A resident, can I leave it up to you?"
Florence chuckled, "I guess so..."
"Good, it's settled. I'll see you tonight!" Eric said cheerfully and hung up.
*
I found the perfect place, in my opinion!
I knew you would! Is there a dress code?
Dress comfortably and warm, then meet us at Hollywood Forever Cemetery at 8 pm sharp.
Are we digging up graves or something?
You'll see..moahahaha
Oh boy...what have I gotten myself into.
*
Hey, what are you up to? Are you set for tonight?
I'm at home, working on the details for my pitch, just in case :)
Will you make it on time for 8 pm? It's alright if you don't, we can save you a seat.
No don't worry about that, I'll make it!
I might not have time to change before leaving for L.A, is that alright?
That depends on what you're wearing....
If you want to see my outfit you could've just said so ;)
Oh stop it, silly!
I'm still wearing what I had on at the office, does this work or will I look too dressy?
That looks great! I'll grab you a blanket and you're good to go!
So we are grave digging?
You wanted me to plan this celebration, so I have.
What are you going to wear? A special grave digging outfit?
What would that even contain?
If you wanted me to send a picture you could've just asked... ;)
Doubt you'll look this cool anyway!
You haven't seen me try, yet!
Now I should go back to work so I can finish before leaving.
I'll see you tonight.
Oh, hey Florence?
You looked great, by the way!
So did you Eric :)
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