Page 4 of Broken Melody
Britt reaches across the bar and grabs my hand. I clutch it like a lifeline. “How do we know this is for real and you aren’t just some creepy weirdo trying to get her to your lair of sexual perversion or something?”
I’d die of embarrassment if I weren’t secretly wondering the same thing. “We aren’t, um, sexual perverts,” Jace says with a laugh as he nearly forces the business card in my hand that I now realize he’s been offering since he started talking. “We are really looking for someone to join the band.”
“Why are you going about it this way?” Britt asks. “Surely the pile of demos you have of women waiting to be heard is stacked pretty high.”
“Why not? Sometimes diamonds in the rough make the best discoveries.” Rick chimes in. “You have my card,” Rick states as I look at the thick piece of paper with his title and Black Lamb Records right there in black and white. Jace hands me one of his as well. “I’ve written the address on the back. We’d love to see you there at two pm if that’s possible. If for some reason that doesn’t work for you, call me. Actually, just call me no matter what. We’ll work around your schedule but we do want to move quickly if you’re interested so just let me know if you will be there either way. Have you ever thought about having a music career, Sailor?”
“In my dreams, sure. As an actual option for my life, no.”
“Well, I guess the man up above was listening, because maybe we can make those dreams of yours come true. Hope to see you there. And I’ll be honest, if you don’t show, well now I know where you work. You can expect me to be a pest,” Rick says with a laugh.
With matching smiles, they both leave and I’m left staring after them in disbelief.
“Britt?”
“Yeah?”
“Am I dreaming?” Suddenly, I feel a sharp jab on my arm and I yank it to my side and cover it with my hand. “Ow!”
“You’re not dreaming,” she responds and we stare at each other wide-eyed.
