Chapter FourAlthough Gerry was a shyster of the first degree, one thing he was honest about was Modex. It really was the biggest music event of the year. It took place in France once a year and deals were done with contacts and showcases plentiful. It was set in a huge plush hall a few miles from the sun-drenched beaches of Cannes.
Digital downloads and streaming had still yet to kill off this institution and news of the demise of the CD releases had definitely been greatly exaggerated if this event was anything to go by.
The clientele, were as Gerry had promised from every corner of the planet. In fact, there seemed to be more stands and stalls than countries in the world.
Nikki wandered along optimistically with a pile of her own precious CDs in her hand treading the well-worn carpet
