Page 11 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)
SCOTTIE ANDERSON
W ell, that didn’t take long. To my utter surprise. All twelve spots were requested by one organization. Not only that, they’d already Venmo’d me the full amount. Non-refundable!
Well shit.
Maybe I should have started these retreats back up a long time ago, because that one transaction was going to buy me a lot of art supplies as well as go towards growing my nest egg.
The outfit who’d signed up didn’t fully fill out the form though, so I only had the organization’s name, Raven’s Whisper, and a contact name, Nicholas.
Shit! My tech incompetence was purely to blame for this because I forgot to make it so that you couldn’t submit the form without filling out all the spaces.
Stupid technology.
Or just stupid me for forgetting these things.
They’d filled out the important bits though: name (of company), contact name, email, and ticked off all twelve spots that were available, and paid in full after completing the form. Had I known it would have been this easy, I would have made this into a full-fledged side-hustle long ago.
I wrote a quick email, thanking them for joining me on this retreat. I then sent the basic information with the tentative schedule and locations of where to meet. There. That would take care of the logistics and we’d be off to the races.
The organization’s name struck me when I had first seen it on the form.
Raven’s Whisper. It was ambiguous enough that it wasn’t identifiable who they were or what they did, yet it was mysterious and interesting.
My curiosity got the best of me and I pulled up a web browser.
Mr. Google awaited my question, and when I typed in “Raven’s Whisper” some book reviews came up along with a Yelp review, and one website that seemed to be for this same organization.
Or so I assumed.
When I clicked on it, what appeared was a screen that had shadows then a raven flew in from the top right to the center of the screen, and when it did, the screen went black. What appeared then was a raven logo and the message, “Once she’s ready, all will be revealed.”
Well if that wasn’t ominous as shit, I didn’t know what was.
But with that being the only information available, I couldn’t for certain say if that website was this organization or not. And I didn’t care to scroll any further. Besides, I had another mission to complete. This one being to find a model.
I began looking through my email to see if I’d gotten any responses to my model quest. But nada.
I then checked the posts I’d made, but to my surprise I couldn’t even find my posts.
Had I maybe posted them incorrectly? Maybe it was just a glitch, and I put a mental reminder to myself to check this evening.
If I didn’t get any sort of response within the next few days, I’d reach out to one or two of my coworkers and see if any of their regular models might be around, or hell, at this point I’d even wait until September when school started.
It’s not like this was some huge rush. However, once I made up my mind to get my shit together and do this thing, I’d kind of set my heart on using my free time from now through the start of school to devote to honing this lost-to-me artistic style.
But I was used to things not going according to plan.
I wasn’t going to let it get me down though. I’d give it some time before figuring out a plan B, a plan C too if needed.
But at least for now I had a retreat to plan for this weekend. I was too excited to be nervous, but I’m sure that by week’s end I’d be a ball of nervous energy, mostly because I couldn’t wait to meet new people who were excited to experience nature through a whole different lens.