closed door of the conference room before pushing through. “Ready?”
Kassidy’s lips quirked and she delivered a bland look. “What? For a pitch to a record label? No big deal. We do this kind of thing all the time.”
Maeve sighed dramatically, a haughty tilt to her head. “Absolutely. I hope there’ll be champagne.”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Sure. Just like I find your caliber of performer every time I turn around. Believe me, if I unearthed a group like yours and failed to land it, I’d get fired. So, think of it this way. You’re doing me a big favor today. Helping me keep my job and everything.”
A short round of laughter followed. Aileen seemed to relax and even chuckled lightly. They shared an elongated look, rife with the undercurrents of all that was to come. Confident in the restoration of equilibrium, Liam nodded. “Let’s do it.”
He turned the handle and opened the door, striding front and center in full command. “Good morning, everyone. Thanks for your time today. I’d like you to meet some very special guests of our label.”
A round of introductions and greetings ensued. Three of the executives who had attended the show were in place around an expansive, oval table. They were already in Liam’s camp, but joining the team were three additional members of Zion’s Peak—the head of marketing, the head of label development, and the CEO.
While the girls extended handshakes and smiles, Liam passed around the proposal copies. He loved the way Aileen and the others moved through the room. With confidence and smooth grace, they acquainted themselves with the hierarchy. Soon, seats were claimed and the presentation began.
“You’re going to get to know these ladies far better over the course of the next hour, but to kick things off, let’s start with what makes Sisters in Spirit unique…”
From there, Liam took charge, striking arrows at each point in the presentation. After that, he cued a freshly edited video of the fundraiser that featured the fifteen-minute segment of Sisters in Spirit.
While the team watched, Liam’s gaze barely touched the wall-mounted plasma screen. Instead, he catalogued reactions. Team focus was intent and unreadable until the mid-point. During the transition from one song to the next, the four women joked with the audience and chatted briefly in a display of polished interplay that elicited smiles, nods, and the exchange of meaningful glances between those gathered around the table. Only then did Liam allow himself to breathe deep.
“Where did this idea come from? Who launched it?”
That question came from the head of label development once the screen faded to black. In a charming and pointed way, four female gazes came to rest on Liam, who chuckled and waved his hands. “I pulled them together because I knew their history and their love of music. What you just saw belongs to the four of them equally.”
“Aileen. Aileen both prompted and guided the performance you just saw. I definitely see her as the leader of Sisters in Spirit.”
Siobhan’s forthright declaration put forth the truth that Liam wouldn’t dare. Not in this setting. Maeve and Kassidy nodded their agreement, and he praised God for moving in their midst. There was no showmanship; there were no unsightly egos. Aileen wasn’t set above the others, but upon her would rest the mantle of leadership once all four women were in agreement.
Perfect, yes, but Liam knew Aileen very well. He knew he would need to be on guard for this sensitive and open hearted lady.
Right on cue, Aileen demurred, moving back in a subtle way while she shook her head. “I offered the idea Liam proposed, and the four of us teamed together to put together a fun, unpressured performance of the type of music we love. It’s that simple and that honest. No need to complicate matters beyond that truth. If Sisters in Spirit comes to fruition, it will be because of the four of us together—nothing more, nothing
Kassidy’s lips quirked and she delivered a bland look. “What? For a pitch to a record label? No big deal. We do this kind of thing all the time.”
Maeve sighed dramatically, a haughty tilt to her head. “Absolutely. I hope there’ll be champagne.”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Sure. Just like I find your caliber of performer every time I turn around. Believe me, if I unearthed a group like yours and failed to land it, I’d get fired. So, think of it this way. You’re doing me a big favor today. Helping me keep my job and everything.”
A short round of laughter followed. Aileen seemed to relax and even chuckled lightly. They shared an elongated look, rife with the undercurrents of all that was to come. Confident in the restoration of equilibrium, Liam nodded. “Let’s do it.”
He turned the handle and opened the door, striding front and center in full command. “Good morning, everyone. Thanks for your time today. I’d like you to meet some very special guests of our label.”
A round of introductions and greetings ensued. Three of the executives who had attended the show were in place around an expansive, oval table. They were already in Liam’s camp, but joining the team were three additional members of Zion’s Peak—the head of marketing, the head of label development, and the CEO.
While the girls extended handshakes and smiles, Liam passed around the proposal copies. He loved the way Aileen and the others moved through the room. With confidence and smooth grace, they acquainted themselves with the hierarchy. Soon, seats were claimed and the presentation began.
“You’re going to get to know these ladies far better over the course of the next hour, but to kick things off, let’s start with what makes Sisters in Spirit unique…”
From there, Liam took charge, striking arrows at each point in the presentation. After that, he cued a freshly edited video of the fundraiser that featured the fifteen-minute segment of Sisters in Spirit.
While the team watched, Liam’s gaze barely touched the wall-mounted plasma screen. Instead, he catalogued reactions. Team focus was intent and unreadable until the mid-point. During the transition from one song to the next, the four women joked with the audience and chatted briefly in a display of polished interplay that elicited smiles, nods, and the exchange of meaningful glances between those gathered around the table. Only then did Liam allow himself to breathe deep.
“Where did this idea come from? Who launched it?”
That question came from the head of label development once the screen faded to black. In a charming and pointed way, four female gazes came to rest on Liam, who chuckled and waved his hands. “I pulled them together because I knew their history and their love of music. What you just saw belongs to the four of them equally.”
“Aileen. Aileen both prompted and guided the performance you just saw. I definitely see her as the leader of Sisters in Spirit.”
Siobhan’s forthright declaration put forth the truth that Liam wouldn’t dare. Not in this setting. Maeve and Kassidy nodded their agreement, and he praised God for moving in their midst. There was no showmanship; there were no unsightly egos. Aileen wasn’t set above the others, but upon her would rest the mantle of leadership once all four women were in agreement.
Perfect, yes, but Liam knew Aileen very well. He knew he would need to be on guard for this sensitive and open hearted lady.
Right on cue, Aileen demurred, moving back in a subtle way while she shook her head. “I offered the idea Liam proposed, and the four of us teamed together to put together a fun, unpressured performance of the type of music we love. It’s that simple and that honest. No need to complicate matters beyond that truth. If Sisters in Spirit comes to fruition, it will be because of the four of us together—nothing more, nothing
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