Chapter 5

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check his messages, but there was no email from anyone new, and definitely no email from Scott, so Billy flopped back down in bed and sighed in relief.

“Jeez,” he muttered. “I am never asking anyone anythingagain.”

That afternoon, when Billy had already written the ordeal off, he got a new email. He opened the app on his phone, eyes widening when he saw it was from Scott, the hot artist.

Or, well, someone else could possibly be writing the emails for him, Billy thought, so maybe curb that enthusiasm down a notch.

He opened the email and read:

Hey, Billy!

Great to hear from you! I’d love to discuss ideas. Are you close to Brooklyn? I live in Bedstuy, maybe we could get a coffee? Or let me know what part of the city you’re in?

Have a great day.

Scott

Billy had to put down his phone and take a walk to the vending machine in the hallway, just to get rid of his nervous energy.

Scott had replied! He’d actually replied.