Chapter 69 - Is There A Doctor In The House

 

 

 

"Let's bottom line it here."  Jon demands, "What do you want to represent us and what will you do for us?" 

He starts to pace, having trouble with even the thought of giving slight control to anyone else.  He knows in his head that he can do what he needs to do for his brothers, for his band - but the stars that they see right now are pretty bright for all of them.

 

Doc sits back and crosses his leg, resting hi right foot on his left knee.  He starts to shake his foot, looks at all of him and says, "Your cut for tonight, had you been represented with merchandise, can't even be guessed right now.  This was a sell out show, and if you had tshirts and posters for sale you could have made, " his voice changes, showing the guys that he's guessing, "I'm guessing $200.000.00"  The 6 of them have a jaw drop.

 

"Two hundred thousand dollars?"  David squeals, "Are you for real?"

 

Doc nods his head, "I think I might be guessing low, but yeah - 200K isn't out of the question." he retorts, with a smirk on his face.  "So, after you paid crew and all of the minor expenses, for tonight alone each of you could have made $30,000.00."

 

Tico stands up and looks at Dot, "With your representation, we each would have made 30K, the band would have netted $150,000.00?"  His voice is skeptical and Jon sees that.

 

"Yeah."  Doc responds, "Band expenses would be about 50K."

 

Jon can see what Tico just asked and sees where he's going with his line of questioning, so he doesn't jump in.  He waits to see what Tico will say.  "How much of that 50K goes to you?"  Tico asks him.  No one is expecting the answer that they get.

 

Doc, feeling the pressure from the conversation that he just opened up, stands and walks over and grabs a beer, "I'm not going to lie, I get abut 50% of that."

 

Richie jumps up, "You're half of our expenses?"

 

"Yeah, I provide a service.  A great service."  Doc defends himself, quickly seeing the writing on the wall.  "Do you think that 50% is too much for the experience that you just had?  I put you, I - no one else, just put you in front of 66 thousand people."

 

That right there rubbed Jon the wrong way because he KNOWS that if he had the contacts and the connections he could have done it, he could catapult is band into stardom.  "So, you made twenty five thousand dollars just because we agreed to play here?"  Jon asks, with a look of anger on his face.  You tell us that and then think that we would agree to your representation?"

 

Doc stops infront of Jon, "Imagine what I COULD do with you as a client?  Tonight, you were a special guest.  With me, I could put you as a headliner and you'd play to crowds like this every night, in every country."

 

"You're too high priced."  Jon walks away.  "With what we'd pay you, I could hire a publisist and get more exposure."  He stops and stands next to Monica, where she is still sitting.  Whenever he is within arms reach of her, he has to touch her.  He gently puts his hand on the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair.  She looks up at him and smiles.

 

"You could, but do you really want to put forth all that effort when you already have me, right here?"

 

Jon flat out tells him, "I can't decide this, it's a band decision."

 

"Yeah."  Alec jumps in, "WE need to decide this."

 

"What is there to decide?"  Doc asks.  "If you want fame and fortune, you need me."

 

"NO THEY DON'T!"  Monica can't keep quiet anymore.  Everyone that heard her was surprised that she spoke up.  She typically keeps her mouth shut when it comes to the band and the way that they are or aren't managed, but she had heard enough.  She didn't like that Doc tried to make Jon sound incapable.

 

Doc, in all of his cockiness says, "If I don't do it, who will?"

 

Richie says, "Monica will."  Everyone, including Monica look at Richie, except Monca has the look on her face like she is dear in headlights. 

 

"What?" she blurts back to him. 

 

He gets up and grabs a beer, "Think about it Mon, you're passion is photography.  What better way to get us exposure than with video's and photography?" 

 

"I don't know anything about managing a band?"

 

"Just as much as as we know about being a band, we can learn togther."  David chimes in, "I like that idea."

 

"What about when she has the baby?  Rock and roll doesn't stop for children." Doc snaps at them, feeling his golden egg slipping through his hands. 

"Who said it did?"  Tico joins in, "If there is anyone capable of doing it, it's Monica."

"I'm not saying that she couldn't do it, but don't you think it would be better to do it with someone that has a proven track record?"

Jon laughs, gives him a look with a hand on his hip, "I don't want to pay anyone the money that you're making.  What would be the point, bust my ass up there to pay you?"  He's thinking about the money, he's thinking about how wrong it would be to pay and outsider when he has Monica sitting right there.  Jon walks over to Monica and reaches for her hand, "We're ready to go."  She stands and so do the guys.  "I can't agree to your terms Doc, I'm sorry."

Rushing to the cars, thinking that the fans would have thinned out, proved to be a little harder than when they arrived.  Security is the only thing that thinned out, leaving the guys pretty vulnerable if they don't hurry.  Jon opens the back door on the car closest to them, in one orchestrated move, he puts his hand on Monica's head and guides her into the car.  He hops in after her and Richie joins them.  Alec, Dave and Tico scurried into the other car.

Back at the hotel, Monica and Jon are in their room tidying up a little bit before her takes a shower.  He's at the dresser, where his notepads ended up writing down some things that he needed to remember.  His back is to Monica and he's in his zone.  She walks up behind him, her hands on his waist working their way to the front.  When she gets to the tie in his pants, she starts to untie them, Jon is totally unaware.  She whispers in his ear, "Are you hungry?"

Nothing.  He's scribbling.  Knowing how much he hate his belly button touched, she had to insert a finger.  That got his attention.  "Hey!"  He quickly turns to face her. 

She is all smile, "I asked you a question."

"What?" his arms go around her and he softly kisses her lips, "What do you want to know?"

She kisses him back, tucking her hands in the waist of his leather pants, "Are you hungry?"

He shakes his head no, his lips still firmly planted on hers.

"You don't want me to order you anything so it's here when you get out of the shower?"

"No, I'm good but you need to eat."