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Post by Charlie Davis on Jul 27, 2012 15:43:48 GMT -5
[charlie]"Not so amazing as all that," Erin said with the same easy smile. She had a way about her that was natural and didn't scream of false modesty.
"Well, I think it's pretty cool," Charlie said, going to a display and picking up a gift basket that had lotion, hand cream, face cream and soap in it, setting it down in front of Norah. "It's all goat's milk," he told her, "All made on the farm and it'll keep you looking young forever. Seriously, she's almost eighty," he told her, deadpan, jerking his head at his mother.
Erin threw a hand towel at her son. "He's mostly telling the truth, though. It's good stuff. Take that, on us." And, before Norah could protest, "Tell all your friends. You'll find a card taped to the bottom of the basket. We're trying to work up an internet business." She looked entirely unashamed to be pulling a tit for tat scenario.[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Jul 27, 2012 16:17:58 GMT -5
[norah]Norah squeezed a little dollop of the lotion onto her palm and lifted it to catch the scent, then rubbed it into her hands and gave a pleased noise at the texture. It sunk into her skin leaving no greasy feeling behind, and left her fingertips (always a problem, string calluses made it hard to keep smooth hands) feeling smoothed and silky. "You're not kidding, this stuff is great." She beamed at Erin and promised, "I'll tweet about it as soon as I find my phone again." She didn't mention that it would likely lead to an actual bump in sales, but chances were good. She was sitting at eighty thousand followers on her official account, the band's was chasing two hundred thousand. "All my girlfriends are back home, and the guys won't appreciate it."[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Jul 28, 2012 13:43:39 GMT -5
[charlie]Charlie, who was aware of what Norah was really offering to do where his mother was not, shook his head. "You don't have to do that, really. She likes giving stuff away is all."
Erin looked at her son and arched a brow but didn't say anything. Instead she turned her head back to the girl and asked, "Is this your first year here?" both to move the conversation along and because she was honestly curious. While it was probably innocent, Charlie didn't often show up with a girl in tow and that had Erin wanting to pry, and not bothering to be even a little sorry for that fact.[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Jul 28, 2012 14:12:38 GMT -5
[norah]Norah gave Charlie an almost chiding look. "Why wouldn't I? This stuff's great." She couldn't stop lifting up the various bottles and bars and smelling them. They were scented with gentle floral and herbal notes, very clean, but the milk base underneath gave a soft complexity to the scent.
She nodded to Erin. "First year, though I'm hoping we'll come back next year. We really only came because my brother has a wild obsession with the Reverend Horton Heat, but it's been great so far. I really like working festivals when we can. How about you guys? You come every year?"[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Jul 31, 2012 10:29:23 GMT -5
[charlie]Charlie flushed a bit from the very small admonishment. "I dunno he said," actually shuffling his feet a bit, "It's just not your job to promote our stuff."
Erin, finally catching on to the fact that Norah was a performer, said, "But we appreciate it a whole bunch."
"We do," Charlie nodded, heading into the stall and behind one of the many tables to a cooler her and his mother had smuggled in, pulling out a Cherry Coke, his own personal form of crack. Even though Norah had a beer, he looked at the cooler with brow arched, asking silently if she wanted anything.
"It's our first," Erin was saying as this was happening around her. "A few years ago we never did anything like this, just a local craft show or two. But Charlie's gotten a bug up his butt about growing the business and damned if we haven't."
"Wow, Mom, hello to the imagery. Thanks for that."[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Jul 31, 2012 15:24:50 GMT -5
[norah]Norah smiled and raised her beer to Charlie, she was doing just fine with it, and answered Erin. "Seems like you guys are doing great. My Dad's one of those internet genius types, he did all our publicity for a long time. Twitter and Facebook and social media marketing. Mostly what I took away from it was that I'm not allowed to use chatspeak. Ever. But it did spread awareness."[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Aug 2, 2012 18:53:19 GMT -5
[charlie]Erin was beaming now. "We do Facebook," she said brightly. "How many people follow us now, Charlie."
Charlie was looking amused now, and maybe a little sheepish. His mother's enthusiasm was great, and really did help in many ways, but she wasn't entirely clued in on some things, like how the number of people friended to the farm's page paled in comparison to what a band would have. Still, eyes full of the laugh he wasn't about to let out, he looked at Norah and said, "Just under four hundred."
"Four hundred," Erin repeated proudly, and Charlie had to turn around so as not to hurt her feelings.[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Aug 2, 2012 19:17:24 GMT -5
[norah]Norah beamed at Erin, "Very cool. Internet marketing is weird. I guess there are people who professionally just maintain other people's Facebook and Twitter and stuff? I suppose it's just like hiring an ad agency, but for some reason the entire idea cracks me up."
She grinned at Charlie behind her beer and rolled right forward to, "Are you guys here overnight? Or day-tripping it?"[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Aug 3, 2012 9:28:22 GMT -5
[charlie]"We're here overnight," Charlie said, coming back around to lean against one of the tables as his mother went to help someone who actually looked like they were going to buy something. "We buy and sell looms, too, and we're unloading one about forty miles from here in the morning. That's actually why we're here, I figured since we'd be here anyway...."
He laughed then. "Of course, I had no idea how hard it is to get a spot here, and I only called two weeks ago." Sometimes he still had a lot to learn. "Last minute cancellation, though, so here we are." He waved a hand around subtly. "Yay. What about you? How's it work? Do you leave...soon? Tomorrow?"[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Aug 3, 2012 15:40:06 GMT -5
[norah]"We leave tomorrow around noon, once the gate's been figured out. But Interscope's doing a party tonight, it should be pretty mellow. A cookout, they've already got a bit pit working in the field behind the stage and there are catering trucks coming in. Do you guys want to come? Free food, free beer, and there's no press so people should be pretty relaxed." She smiled encouragingly at them, definitely into the idea of having some people at this party who she could hang out with without worrying it would end up in a blog tomorrow morning.[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Aug 3, 2012 21:28:05 GMT -5
[charlie]"Oh, that sounds fun. He would love to," Erin said decisively.
"She asked us both, Mom," Charlie said, eyes going amused again as he rolled them at Norah, his mother so transparent one could almost make out the details in the blanket she was standing in front of.
"I'll be too tired by then," Erin said with a shake of her head, "All I'll want is a good book and the hot tub back at the hotel. But you go on."
"It's amazing I made it to twenty seven all on my own, isn't it?" he asked Norah good naturedly. If he wanted a date he could get his own, but his mother did not ever seem to believe that. "Sure," he told her, "If there's not too much to do with the break down."[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Aug 3, 2012 21:54:26 GMT -5
[norah]Working on suppressing a laugh, only somewhat successfully, Norah just egged Erin on with, "There'll be some lovely girls there. You know, singers, backup dancers. You'll want to avoid the label reps, but I won't steer you wrong." She wouldn't. Norah was very, very good at navigating through these parties for now. [/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Aug 5, 2012 13:28:47 GMT -5
[charlie]"I'm not really in the market for a girlfriend," Charlie started to say, ignoring his mother's not very soft 'oh yes you are' and upping the volume of his voice as he continued, "But food and drinks sound good. You navigate, I'll eat. What time?"[/charlie]
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Post by Norah Byron on Aug 5, 2012 14:01:29 GMT -5
[norah]Norah beamed at him. "Seven o'clock. Meet me at the gate on the right side of the main stage? I'll make sure you're on the list. The whole thing shouldn't run too late." Of course, this was her definition of 'not too late' and thus probably meant that it would wrap before dawn. "Free food and beer, and I'll introduce you to my brothers and Doro and Pete, you can hide with Pete if the others get to be too much. Just don't let him start talking about Rachmaninoff or you'll never be free again."[/norah]
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Post by Charlie Davis on Aug 9, 2012 21:16:44 GMT -5
[charlie]"That...won't be a problem," Charlie said with a sheepish grin. He had no idea who or what that was.
"So, I just give my name?" he then asked, wanting to be sure that was how it worked. This was all very, incredibly new to him.[/charlie]
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