Private Finished Cleaning out my Closet

Fe worked alongside Jericho quite happily, thoroughly enjoying his company as she chatted about her next gig and the songs she was going to sing. Stopping only when he told her clothes would be worth a lot when she became famous which made her smile widely at him.

"You are one silver tongued fox, Jericho," Fe declared, still smiling as she looked at her foxy fox. "Compliments like that might just get you places with me, you know," she teased, giving him a playful little wink as she hung up the last dress in the pile.

"Ohhh, Ms. Glaux is it now?" Fe teased as she sashayed over to Jericho, grabbing a few empty water bottles along the way and placing them in a bin she had in her dressing room for recyclables like glass, plastic or paper.

Upon hearing Jericho mention her songs on the radio, Fe stopped what she was doing and looked at him genuinely surprised. "Did you just say radio?" she asked stunned, not quite sure she had heard Jericho quite properly despite having the hearing of an owl. Cause if it was true, that was an amazingly big leap in her career.

When Jericho confirmed that it was indeed radio, Fe's whole demeanor changed and she suddenly let out a loud and happy squeal of delight and threw herself at Jericho. Covering his muzzle with little kisses.

"You are beyond amazing," she gushed happily, still stunned that he had been able to get her air time.

"I have a few songs, older stuff though," she said, thinking she could record a few new songs, maybe and send them along or instead of the older songs she had.

Fe just shook her head amazed at Jericho's humbleness. She had approached radio stations in the past, and it was not quite that easy to find stations that were willing to take a gamble on an unknown. Fe suspected that the radio station either knew who Jericho was - which was pretty likely considering who he what he looked like (there weren't that many 7 foot foxes around) - or they knew her music and knew who her manager was which also led them back to her foxy fox.

"Or so you have read.." Fe grinned hands on her hips as she stared at him, having listened attentively to everything he was saying and quite simply loving the idea of recording a new song.

"You, my dear fox," Fe said as she walked up to him, she only came to mid-chest level and had to look up, though she was at a perfect height to wrap her arms around his waist which she did, "Are the most humblest god I have ever met," she stated.

"I am going to make you proud of me," she told him, "I will be the best singer you have ever managed," she told him with a grin, knowing that was probably not true, but she'd damn well would try to be.

"Did you have any ideas what type of new song I might record since, well, you are my manager, and I have a feeling you have studied the market too," she stated, impressed that Jericho seemed to know so much about the little details.

(Sorry about this. I thought I had answered it.)

Fe raised an eyebrow kind of surprised and looked up at Jericho when he told her she'd be the only singer he ever managed. That surprised her somewhat cause he was truly good at what he did. Her career was slowly beginning to take off and she'd have to say it was thanks to him.

"I have a few songs like that, but maybe, I should do something more current, or on trend?" Fe mused as she actually defered to Jericho to make the decision for her, surprising herself a little that she was actually letting someone else take charge somewhat of her career. She had been viciously protective of it in the past, but she was beginning to see that a good manager was everything.

"Maybe, I could put together a few for you, and you can decide?" she suggested brushing her hair out of her face, starting to feel tired from all the cleaning.