The Mighty Storm Online

Chapter One

I pick my ringing phone up just as I’m sitting down at my desk, taking a quick sip of my first coffee of the day.

“Trudy Bennett.”

“Tru, it’s Vicky, get your cute little butt in my office asap, I need a word.”

“Okay, gimme five.” I hang the phone up.

Vicky is my boss and owner of the magazine I work for – Etiquette.

I’m a music journalist. Etiquette is … well it’s a fashion magazine.

So in essence, I’m a music journo that works for a fashion magazine.

It was the first and only writing job I could land after finishing university. I majored in Popular Music Journalism. The two loves of my life always were, and still are, music and writing, in that order – so it was a no brainer for me what I wanted to do when looking at university courses after I finished sixth form.

This job was meant to be a filler until I could get a writing job working for somewhere like NME or Rolling Stone, but six years later and I’m still here.

My job at Etiquette is to write up reviews on new album releases, talk about popular bands and singers, and also do the odd interview, that type of thing.

I’m a good writer, and even better at music. I grew up with music as my dad is a musician. He fed me it from the day I was born.

It’s not my ideal job, working at a fashion mag, but I like Vicky a lot. We’ve become really good friends. At first, when I started here I was just a column writer, but Vicky wanted me to keep working here and, with that and my constant nagging, she let me take my column and make it a full feature page.

That was a happy day for me.

It’s been running for a year now and has been well accepted by the readers.

The only downside of my job is that I have to keep the music mainstream as that’s what the readers of Etiquette are in to.

I’m not so much into girlie music, well, except for Adele, I love her, but basically I’m more a rock, indie kind of girl. And all I want to talk about in my articles are rock bands, metal, indie, and brand new bands; bands that no one knows about who I’ve come across in clubs. Bands that deserve a shot at the big time.

The good thing, recently, is a lot of the major rock bands have mainstreamed a little from their early stuff, to pull them into the Top 40, and now the gals who read Etiquette are listening to them, so it gives me the opportunity to talk about these bands. But still, it’s mainstream, and I want to talk a little off the beaten track.

So for now, I’m resigned to writing about easy listening.

But you never know, maybe one day.

I switch on my Mac, take another gulp of coffee, burning my tongue in the process and set off for the short walk through the open plan office, heading towards Vicky’s office.

Her door is already open when I reach her office and she’s on the phone.

She indicates for me to come in with a huge white toothy smile. I sit down in the chair across from her desk.

Vicky is stunning. I would say she’s mid-forties – although I’ve never been able to get her to confirm her actual age – and believe me I’ve tried. But whatever her age is, she looks like she’s in her thirties and I can only hope I look as good as she does when I’m her age.

Vicky has blonde shoulder length hair, trimmed neatly into a bob. A fantastic figure, and I’m not entirely sure everything on her is real. But I love her. She is no-nonsense. Tons of fun. And an amazing businesswomen and writer.

She used to be a journalist for a magazine when she first started out. Then she met her husband. He was a wealthy, older, businessman. Very old school and didn’t believe in women working, they were to stay at home with the children. Vicky loved him so she gave up her career for him.

They married, then Vicky discovered she couldn’t have children. They didn’t have the happiest of marriages after that.

She was the trophy wife. He was the habitual cheater.

He died ten years ago of a heart attack, leaving Vicky a very rich woman. His business is still going; I don’t know much about it, something to do with acquisitions I think. I’m not