“You can tell me what fun you’ve planned for the rest of the week. I smiled and trapped my phone between my shoulder and cheek. “What do you want to talk about now?” Camden asked happily. I’ll swing by with lasagna and a business-savvy Gid.” “I have no life outside of Nashville,” I deadpanned. “I’ll get back to you about-you know.” He opened the door, then paused. Thankfully, they just sang while I played the piano.
“Sounds like fun.” I had another twenty minutes before I had a class of third graders. I’m teaching a bunch of hormonal eighth graders to play the drums this month.” True.” He checked his watch and stood up with a sigh. No matter what, I wanna keep the classes affordable.” We have too many students from low-income households. “You have a point.” Nicky put his foot up on the edge of the desk and tapped his chin. If we put suits on the musicians, what would happen to the classes? What would happen to us? I told him I was proud of the classes we could offer, the quality that went hand in hand with our name, because the academy was run by musicians, not suits, but that it came at a price. I’d busted my ass through school to be the music teacher I wanted to be, the one who could apply his degree in psychology to help. My brother and I would just end up with more administrative roles in order to run the whole thing, and I didn’t wanna lose my classes. But expanding and making more money didn’t mean less work for us. Hell, even the private schools that didn’t prioritize music would line up. Nicky and I were on the same page we knew the key to really get the Initiative off the ground was to expand and take on more public schools. He came from a family that’d helped build New York back in the day. Gideon’s last name graced buildings in the city. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I’m comfortable with it. Gideon had already donated a fuck-ton of money to us.
It made sense that Gideon wanted Nicky to work reasonable hours. There’d be a wedding at some point soon, and a kid or two would follow. He and my brother were settling down together. I scratched my forehead and saw where he was going with this-or rather, where Gideon was going. “Maybe it’s not an investment he thinks will pay off in profit as much as it will bring in more money so we don’t gotta work seventy-five-hour weeks.” We took donations, and we got local funding for running music programs for a few public schools. The Initiative wasn’t the type of company you invested in. That made me pause, and I furrowed my brow at him.
“He wants to invest in the business,” Nicky said. And those tutorials would need to be produced somewhere, which didn’t have to be right here.
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