Mack hit all his bonuses this year — both Schedule A & B — and is taking home an extra $3.5M
That's crazy! (Here's Will's break-down on performance bonuses)
So to summarize from the other post, the "A" bonuses are stat-based. You get $250k for each milestone you hit up to $1 million.
Then "B" bonuses are for essentially being a top-ten player or winning one of the big awards (Hart, Conn Smythe, etc).
As a forward, if you're top-ten in the league for points, goals, assists, or points per game played, you automatically get $2.5 million (or whatever your contract allows for. Had Will been a top-ten player, he would've gotten $2.2 million)
Put another way: "A" bonuses are individual milestones and how you ranked against your team while "B" bonuses are how you ranked against the league.
So for Mack's stats this season:
B - [Top 10 in Points] 4th in the league
A - [60] 115 points
B - [Top 10 in Goals] 7th in the league (tied with 3 other players)
A - [20] 40 goals
B - [Top 10 in Assists] 6th in the league
A - [35] 70 assists
B - [Top 10 in Points/Game] 5th in the league
A - [0.73 in Points/Game] 1.4
A - [Top 6 in TOI/Game] 1st - 21:19
A - [Top 3 in +/-] 1st: +8
B - Likely not winning any of the big awards but it doesn't matter because achieving even a single "B" got him the $2.5mil
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b.g. : gunner needs a model for a music video. he wants y/n, a model most known online for her beautiful looks and engagement with the rap scene. she doesn't answer after his first few attempts, but after a some more, gunner finally succeeds.
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seven months ago..
gunner runs his hand through his hair, like he's trying to make up his mind.
"can i," he says suddenly, then clearing his throat. "can i get your number?"
i feel my heart beat more vigorously than it has all day.
"um, yeah, sure," i respond, trying my hardest to not let my nerves show through my voice.
he nods, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to me. our fingers brush, just the smallest bit.
i type in my number, along with my name before handing it back to him.
"don't make me regret that," i say, trying to joke around though i still feel very nervous.
"i won't," gunner tells me, his tone serious.
i hold his gaze for a few moments more.
"bye, gunner."
"bye, y/n."
i head towards the exit, my manger noticing and following suit.
it's been seven months since i shot the music video with gunner - or nettspend. that also means it's been about six months since i've last spoke with him.
that doesn't mean he ignored me. he did text me after the shoot and we chatted for a bit, but i guess the time wasn't right.
it faded away like all things do: slowly, then all at once. our conversations turned into short replies, our short replies turning into nothing.
i didn't let myself get hung up on what could've happened - because, let's be honest, nothing really happened during that one shoot. but, i didn't forget about him.
the few cute moments always make me wonder where i'd be now if we still talked. i still remember our late night conversations, our plans that we never followed through with, all the moments that felt bigger than they actually were. but that must've just been my excitement, because now i realize it really wasn't anything great.
we follow each other on instagram and we like each other's posts, but that's about how far it goes now.
i see his name everywhere now. it's not like i didn't before, but his promo for his new album 'early life crisis' is taking over my instagram and tiktok feed.
i don't really think much of it. he's doing his thing - y'know, making music. and i guess i'm doing mine.
that's just how things go.
i'm being driven to some photoshoot i have booked. not to sound like that, but i get so busy nowadays, i don't have enough time to really look into where i'm going to. that's my manager's job.
as i'm sat in the car, looking out the window, i feel my phone buzz in my hand. i look down, expecting it to be my manager, just giving me some additional information about today's shoot. but, it's not.
i read the name.
gunner.
huh?
my eyebrows scrunch. i click on his message.
gunner
[address]
tmr @ 10pm
i stare at it for a second. words can't explain how confused i am right now.
y/n
what is this
i see the typing bubble pop up almost immediately.
gunner
pull up
y/n
im confused
gunner
you still stay in ny?
y/n
yeah ..
gunner
my album release party
had to invite the best model i've had in one of my videos
i raise an eyebrow. what is he trying to get at?
y/n
so what is that supposed to mean
gunner
exactly what u think
y/n
mmk
well i'll think about it
gunner
u should come
wanted to invite you myself
y/n
we'll see
he hearts my message. and that ends our conversation.
i lock my phone and put it back into my lap, looking back out the window. but now, my mind is clouded with so many questions. why did he want to personally invite me? was he still thinking about me? why did he invite me at all? i could go on.
"everything okay?" my manager cuts through my thoughts, glancing at me through the rear view mirror. she must've noticed my facial expressions.
"yeah," i say quickly. "do you remember gunner? from the music video shoot like half a year ago?"
my manager nods. "yeah. nettspend, right? what about him?"
"he, um, invited me to his listening party for his new album," i tell her.
my manager smiles at me, turning to face at me instead of just looking at me through the rear view mirror. "did he? that sounds fun!"
i nod, giving her a tight-lipped smile.
she continues. "have you guys kept in touch? i know he asked for you number after that shoot."
"no," i start, shaking my head. "i mean, we texted for a few weeks but it didn't go anywhere. i'm honestly really surprised he invited me."
the shoot takes up the rest of my day. i've gotten very used to it now, considering i've been modeling for some time now.
the outfit changes, the lights, the directions being called out to me. it's all easy for me to slip into. it's easy for me to forget about a conversation that never really answered my questions.
almost.
every time there's a pause, a brief moment that i have to myself, my mind drifts back to it.
'10pm'?
'pull up'?
'had to invite the best model i've had in one of my videos'?
'wanted to invite you myself'?
why'd he say all of this, like it meant nothing?
like the last time he spoke to me wasn't six months ago?
not even a hi or hello?
the next day..
i'm standing in front of my mirror, staring at myself like i'm trying to figure out what i'm even doing.
my manager assured me that i'll have fun. and even if i don't have as much fun as she anticipates, it'll be good for connections and publicity.
my phone sits on my bed behind me, lighting up and buzzing with notifications that i don't even care to check.
gunner never followed up after our last text. i didn't expect him to. i just thought there might've been a small chance he'd ask again if i'm coming.
i adjust my outfit once more. then i stop, and i sigh.
"you're overthinking it," i mutter to myself, trying to convince myself.
but i don't move from my spot in front of the mirror. i stay there, staring at anything that could be considered 'imperfect' about my outfit, and making sure it's fixed.
who am i trying to impress? i ask myself.
but i don't answer that, because deep down i know who i'm trying to impress.
but the real truth is, i don't know what i'm walking into.
or why i even said 'we'll see'.
my phone buzzes once again. and this time, i actually check it.
it's my manager.
manager <3
the cars outside
have fun!
i sigh. grabbing my bag, i type back:
y/n
thank u
i'll try :)
the ride there is quiet. more quiet than usual.
i watch the city lights blur past me as i get closer and closer to gunners party. for once, i don't have my headphones in. i allow myself to sit with my thoughts.
i glance down at my phone. 9:51pm. i'm about 20 minutes away from the party. i still have time to collect myself. i hope.
i pull up to the location. the building is already lit up, people gathered outside, their phones recording and taking photos. i hear music faintly leaking through the doors before i even step inside.
getting out the car, i see some fans, who seem like they weren't allowed inside, turn their attention to me. some call out my name, recording me. i smile at them, making my way to the door.
i step inside the building, the noise hitting me even louder than it did outside.
he's somewhere inside, i know it.
but i don't see him.
not yet.
to be continued..
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