Mr. Frank: Hello, Doll Face. I'm back from a long afternoon of busking, with only $27.63 in my pocket. At this rate, I'll never be able to open my own restaurant.
Lilly Faye: Someone tipped you sixty-three cents?
Mr. Frank: No, I found the change in the Trader Joe's parking lot.
Lilly Faye: Have you considered getting your own food truck instead of opening a restaurant, Frank? Food trucks are very popular right now.
Mr. Frank: You've got to be kidding. Can you picture me in a truck? No way! I'm strictly a white tablecloth, fine dining establishment type of chef.
Lilly Faye: Let's call my blog staff. Maybe if we all put our heads together, we can come up with some new ideas to help you bring in more money.
Thirty minutes later...
Dizzie: Have you tried playing weddings? Couples spend thousands of dollars on their weddings.
Mr. Frank: Brides tell me tuba solos are hard to dance to.
Lilly Faye: How about wearing a hat? The singers who wear cool hats on The Voice always seem to get picked. Even Pharrell is wearing a hat to judge this season. I'll bet it helps him think better.
Dizzie: Or maybe his head gets cold.
Alfie Cat: You're all thinking like a bunch of amateurs. Alfie Cat has connections. Forget busking in grocery store parking lots, Frank. I can arrange for you to perform at a real club.
I'll have some posters printed and placed around town. All you have to do is sign a stack of paperwork naming me as your business manager in perpetuity, and pay me a small fee for photography, printing, and of course, my time. In return, you get to keep 50% of any profits.
Mr. Frank: Thanks, Alfie. I'll take all the help I can get.
To be continued...
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