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Sneak Peek of Sing for Me
Sing for Me is the first book in my Morning Madison series. I know you’ll enjoy this enemies to lovers romance.
Elijah
From King Broadcasting Tower, or as I like to call it, “my kingdom,” I have a perfect view of my rival broadcasting company, Tucker Broadcasting. What makes my view even better is the fact that I can see directly into the offices of my rival Alexander Tucker, the owner of Tucker Broadcasting. Of course, my pair of binoculars always comes in handy when I need to get a really close up look.
I’ve been working here for nearly fifteen years and am now the owner. My father started King Broadcasting in the mid-sixties and upon his recent retirement, he’s handed over the reins, giving me total control of the company.
Even though my father had my grandfather’s financial backing back then to start the company, it was my dad’s own ingenuity and hard work that has made King Broadcasting one of the top stations here in the Midwest.
Since I’m in between clients at the moment, I decide to pick up my trusty pair of binoculars to see what Alex is up to. He’s pouring himself a cup of coffee right now, before sitting back down at his desk. Then suddenly he looks directly at me and raises his cup to me.
Now that was embarrassing.
Quickly, I get up and hide behind a wall, dropping the binoculars on the floor along the way. I don’t know why I should be all that embarrassed though. I’ve caught him on more than one occasion doing the same thing to me: watching me, his rival.
Alex and I have a long history of competition. We first met while in private middle school where we were both members of the chorus. Even back then we would often spar over who had the better voice. Call me biased, but in my own humble opinion, I think my vocal abilities far exceed his.
Not that Alex is totally lacking singing talent… far from it. I just always thought I was the more talented one out of the two of us. At one point I thought I could have made it as an opera singer, but there came a point when I realized that the universe had other plans for me. And I’m okay with that.
Now here we are once again, the two of us… twenty-five years later. We’re forty-year-old men, still striving to outdo each other—not in singing, but in the competitive world of broadcasting.
As far as singing goes, these days, I’m not part of any choir or competition, but I just like to sing all alone at my home or office. I especially like to sing songs by my favorite composer, Oliver Dubois.
Suddenly, I hear my intercom beep, followed by my secretary announcing, “Mr. King, your next appointment is here. Shall I send them in?”
“Yes, go ahead.” I look down at my daily planner which says: 10 a.m. Will and Zach, Variety show pitch.
Oh jeez, not another one of these.
I hear a soft knock on my door and two handsome men walk in, both of whom look to be around my age. With a confident, movie star smile, the lighter haired of the two men offers his hand out to me. “How do you do? I’m Will Davis and this is my business partner, Zach Taylor.”
“Nice to meet you. Please have a seat,” I motion. Then I add, “Did my secretary offer the two of you anything? Water, soda?”
They say they’re fine. Both are impeccably dressed… stylish, but not trendy. And Will has a definite charisma and star quality about him. Despite this fact, it’s so rare that anyone proposes any new ideas that dazzle me, so I don’t have my hopes up about these two.
I ask, “What can I do for you two gentlemen?”
Will is the first to speak. “Let me begin by saying thank you for meeting with us. Zach and I had an idea for a morning talk show we’d like to pitch to you. I would act as host and interview a variety of celebrities, as well as local members of the community. As an openly gay man, I’d also like to feature light, human interest stories that affect the gay community. However, the whole gay angle would not be my main focus.”
Right about now… after four or five sentences, is when I usually begin to zone out. Will’s not saying anything that I haven’t already heard a thousand times before. I listened to a near identical pitch just yesterday. And it was just like all of the many that came before it. After a while they all begin to meld together into one big tedious pit of nothingness.
Now completely tuned out to what this man is saying, I begin to think about last night’s dinner party I had with my friends. I think I really wowed them with my new solo performance. They went on and on about it and even suggested I get back into musical theatre.
They may have a point. It really would help cut the boredom and give me something to look forward to other than listening to these star-struck wannabe performers all day.
Then something he says suddenly strikes my attention. “…Tucker Media appointment later today and he’s…”
Hold on a minute. Did I just hear him say Tucker Media?
And just like that, my thoughts are jilted back into the room. I have to ponder momentarily what I just heard.
Then I interrupt. “Wait… back up there. Did I just hear you say you’re going to Tucker?”
Both Will and Zach nod.
Will can clearly see he’s finally aroused my attention and says, “Oh yes. We’ll be pitching our idea to Alex after we leave here.”
Hmmm, this could get interesting.
I sit up in my chair and am finally looking directly at them, instead of staring off into space like I was before. I say to them, “I tell you what, guys. Why don’t you come back with a more comprehensive concept for the show? Give me some more examples of actual people you would be interviewing. And what you envision for other segments of the show. Will they be musical acts, cooking segments? … Pitch those to me as well. And be sure to focus on specifics. If I like what I see and hear, we’ll take it from there. By the way, I enjoy singing so if you feature singers I’d be particularly interested.”
The two men look at each other and smile. As they begin to leave, I tell them, “My secretary will be in touch with you to set up a date and time for our follow up appointment. Thanks for coming in and good luck, guys.”
They both thank me and I walk them to the elevator. On the way back to my office, I think about my first impression of Will. I have to admit that he is one sexy motherfucker. He’s got a hot ass on him too, which I couldn’t help but notice as he turned around to walk into the elevator. I’d tap that in a heartbeat.
And dynamic… maybe he is what this station needs. He’d be eye candy for all the stay at home moms in Madison. Not to mention all the gay men of Madison too, of course.
Back in my office, I pick up my binoculars and direct them to “you know who”, who’s now sitting with his feet up on his desk and talking on the phone. I can’t help but smile when I think of Alex’s reaction after they tell him they’re coming here to King Broadcasting for the second time to pitch their ideas.
I place the binoculars down and whisper under my breath. “Time to put the gloves back on, my friend, and get ready for a duel.”