Ruminating on his words, I take a sip of my drink, letting the smooth liquid slide down my throat as soothing jazz music trickles into my ears. First, Candi’s assistant spoke about her with a lot of respect. And now Nicco. I have to get to know this woman.
“Done.” I hold out my glass toward him and he taps it with his.
“Now, tell me about what’s going on with you and your agent.”
I blow a puff of air, shaking my head. “I don’t know, man. He was getting me pretty consistent gigs for a while, but now it’s like I fell off his radar. My contract’s up in a little over a month and I’m thinking of looking around.”
Uncrossing his ankle and setting his foot on the floor, he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees and holding his drink with both hands. “I’m a very fortunate man. Destiny’s mom put me in touch with some of the top people in the acting and modeling industry. I’m where I am today because of her. Now I get to pay that kindness forward.”
He proceeds to tell me how he’s going to put me in touch with some top agents and agencies, making sure I understand that the rest is on me. I can’t even believe what I’m hearing. Nicco Mancini is helping me further my career.
Not only that, but it sounds like, if I play my cards right, I might get another chance to see Candi.