Page 21 of Rock My Girl

"The only thing is…" Ford hesitated.

I'd never heard him sound nervous before. "Spit it out."

"They want a demo track of the single as soon as humanly possible. They're really hoping that we can record it tomorrow so that they can start passing it around to start creating some buzz this week."

"Tomorrow." My voice was flat.

"Yes." He sighed. "I know, the timing can go completely screwy sometimes when the label takes an interest. But I promise it's an amazing sign."

"Let me sleep on it," I said.

"Absolutely. And assuming you wake up full of energy, I will pick you up at eleven am."

I hoped he couldn’t hear me rolling my eyes.

"Just please don't have a lot of dairy," Ford continued. "A splash in your coffee is fine, but not much more than that. It's not good for the throat or the vocal cords."

"Three bowls of cereal for breakfast? Got it," I said, trying to sound amused.

"I know, I know," he said quietly. "But I'm here for you, baby. I will help you with everything, every step of the way."

"Okay. I'm going to sleep now, to sort out my entire life."

"That's my girl," he said softly. "I miss you already, gorgeous. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams," I said automatically, before ending the call.

I shut down my laptop and turned out the light, staring up at the dark ceiling.

I'd been looking for ways to break out of my shell and expand my circle of connections. But I thought that I'd do that by being a photography assistant, and learning more about the business.

Not by being thrown headlong into an entirely different industry, where I had no idea what I was doing, with a gorgeous rock star guiding me.

I did trust that Ford would help me along.

But what if it was the wrong path entirely?

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