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Seven.
It was better than zero.
And it was time to wrap up this unconventional lesson. She’d never gone live in the front seat, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
And speaking of measures, she required a musical measure. She tapped the button to continue the livestream and picked up a small magnetic whiteboard with a treble clef written in brown marker and five horizontal black lines, making up one measure of music. She glanced at the grimy cupholders, searching for another teaching implement.
And yikes!
She wasn’t the tidiest of twenty-six-year-olds, but the state of her car suggested a candy-crazed, chocolate-obsessed toddler had taken over. Gorging on bonbons, lollipops, and diet soda had left her car messier than usual.
No bother.
She’d give Carol a good cleaning once she returned to Denver.
She checked the timer.
She only had a few minutes to go.
From a mishmash of multicolored magnets and lollipops, she fished a red circular magnet and a red lollipop from the sticky console compartment. She placed the magnet on a makeshift musical staff, then ripped the plastic packaging from the red lollipop.
“Do is C. It’s the first note on the C major scale. Do is where you go, and we always use red for this note,” she continued, pointing at the magnet with the lollipop. “We use orange, yellow, green, teal, dark blue, and purple as we move up from line to space,” she finished, adding the rest of the colorful magnets to the scale.
She skimmed the comments section.
It’s so easy to follow the notes when they’re different colors.
Her heart swelled.
“Keep using the different colors,” she continued. “They’ll help your brain track more easily. Download the practice sheets from the link below. Never forget, you can train your brain to read and write music.” She grinned into the camera. “See you next time. I’m Bonbon Barbie, making music sweeter and easier to understand. Thanks for watching my live lesson. No matter your learning style, you can become a musician.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “And if some giant jerk or big bully tells you that you can’t because you have trouble processing information or remembering things, tell them Bonbon Barbie says…screw you.”
Best to not beat around the bush.
“And don’t forget to subscribe and check out the prerecorded classes, right here on LookyLoo, the internet’s premier video sharing and social media platform,” she blathered, finishing the session. She tapped the button to end the class, melted into the seat, then checked the total number of subscribers.
Thirty-three.
Thirty-freaking-three.
She’d read that hitting fifty thousand subscribers was the key to making real money.
Only forty-nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-seven to go until she started raking it in.
Usually, this unfortunate detail made her want to scarf down a tray of bonbons.
But not today.
If she played her cards right, those forty-nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-seven, and maybe even more, would be lining up to view her music tutorials and live sessions.
She slid the lollipop into her mouth and fanned herself.
No wonder they called this place Sin City. It was hot as hell.
She was about to close her eyes and go over what she wanted to say to the Next Hot Online Performer panel when her phone chimed. She stared at the screen. She only had ten minutes before her appointment.
That tête-à-tête with the shimmery bellhop with the thick New York accent had eaten into her prep time.
She grabbed the candy and the magnets from the cupholders and tossed them inside her tote, along with the whiteboard and her laptop. Forget the prep. She could demo the lesson she’d just taught. She’d wow them with her fresh approach to teaching kids. That had to be why they’d invited her. It was time to tuck away the growly, sharp-tongued Harper and channel the sweetness of Bonbon Barbie.
