There’s only one thing that stands in the way of having my name stamped on a big, fat check trailing with several zeros.
And it goes by the name of Reid King.
What is a totally average elementary school music teacher doing standing in a tour bus with the King of Music? I have no idea, but for some reason, the stars have aligned and the universe thinks I’m the one who can to help him. That, somehow, Reid King and I can collaborate on an album together and make him the authentic, raw, soul-crushing singer that he once was.
Reid King thinks I’m in over my head.
Heck, even I think I’m in over my head.
But that check will solve all my problems, and nothing will stand in my way of getting it. Not Reid King, or his devilish smirk, or his soul-gripping voice, or his talented fingers that roam effortlessly over a guitar. Not even the steely glances he throws my way every three seconds.
I’ll get that money and save my family from years of heartache. And maybe… just maybe… I’ll save Reid from his heartache, too.
