“That’s actually a good idea.” For once he has a solution to a problem. Maybe I should talk to the rest of the siblings before then to see how they feel. If we come to him as a unified front, it’s possible things will change.
“So, what does all this filming lead to?” He points to the phone in my hand. “I’ve never really thought about what people on social media do.”
Of course he hasn’t. He gets online and watches videos then sends me the ones he thinks are funny. That’s the extent of his social media usage. I guess it’s a good thing he’s not in charge of all this. It’s probably a good thing Pierce isn’t either. He’s gotten on his socials maybe once and never looked at it again.
“Well, I’ll take these videos and either do a voice over or put text over them. It’s just something to give people the vibe of our winery. If they like it enough, they’ll either place an online order, or come visit us in person.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.” He scratches his head.
“It can be. But I love doing it. So, for me, it’s not really work.”
“Oh.” He glances around the space no doubt wondering how I’m going to be creative with anything in here. “I’m gonna go.” He points his thumb toward the door.
“Actually, I could use your hands for a bit.”
“Excuse me, what?”
“Since you know about this secret, I need your hands to do a video.”
“What exactly do I have to do? It’s not going to be weird, is it?” Concern flashes across his face.
“No,” I shake my head. “It’s not going to be weird. I need you to pour the wine into a glass. Either straight from the tap or from a bottle. It doesn’t matter.”
“Won’t Pierce notice if a bottle is gone from inventory?”
Ugh, he’s making this harder than it should be.
“He would if we were using a bottle from here, but I planned ahead and brought my own.” I reach down to the shelf in front of me and grab the bottle. “If you’re lucky I’ll even let you drink the wine.”
“What do you need me to do?” He glances around the room to find a spot to set a glass he doesn’t yet have.
I grab a glass from the shelf. It’s not too big and has our logo on it. All the more reason to use it. Plus side, Pierce will never know it’s missing because we have a ton of them. We give them to customers when they come in for tastings, or when they buy a certain number of bottles. At least he knows how to play up the customer service in that regard.
“We actually need to go outside for this.” With the wine and glass in hand, I lead my brother out of the building and to the old wooden spool we have set up outside. Setting the glass and bottle down, I pull the wine opener out of my pocket.
“Where do I stand?” He asks as he eyes the bottle. I guess booze is always a good motivator.
I take a minute to walk around the spool, checking for where the shadows will hit. I don’t want it to be too dark. Fun and flirty is the vibe I’m going for. Thank goodness, Parker fits that criteria. My other brothers would be too serious and ruin everything.
“Stand right here.” I point to the left side. “And don’t worry, I won’t show your face. It’ll be chest down.”
“O-okay.” His voice has a tremor in it. Who knew the charismatic person would be nervous about a video.
I pick up my phone, flip to the camera app and start recording. “Go ahead and open the wine. Then pour it like we would for a tasting.”
“I can do that.” He picks up the corkscrew. “Shit. Will they hear all this talking?”
“No. I’ll edit it out. Now pour.”
He does as I ask and I zoom in on the glass as he’s pouring. This is going to be perfect for our socials. Hopefully, Beau thinks so, too. This zero-budget marketing is going to be interesting, but I’m up for the challenge.
twelve
. . .
beau
Work isthe last place I want to be. The only good thing is Mr. Gardner was pleased with the progress Piper and I have made. It’s not a lot, but I saw some of the videos she’s posted. They turned out better than I expected. She’s always had a creative eye for things, and her posts show it.
