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“He told me he watched the video of me singing, and he liked it.”

She appeared to be dazed, and Dylan laughed in reaction. “Of course he liked it.”

“He said he watched it over a dozen times.” She paused to shake her head. “I can’t imagine why. It’s not my best work.”

“I thought it was pretty good,” Nick told her.

“Isabel, you’re sounding like Kate now,” Dylan remarked. “Whenever she’s excited or nervous about something, her voice takes on a thicker Southern drawl. Try to calm down before you pass out. Your face is bright red.”

Calming down wasn’t possible, but she did take a couple of long deep breaths. They actually helped. She finally got her mind to stop whirling and said, “He’s performing at The Garden Friday night. This Friday night.”

She looked at both of them and waited. She seemed to think they should know something she hadn’t told them yet.

“And?” Nick prodded.

“Did he give you tickets? Is that why you’re so excited?” Dylan asked.

“No. He wants me to be part of his concert. That’s what he told me.”

“Hold on a minute. Are you saying he wants you to sing onstage with him?” Dylan asked, trying to clarify.

“He wants me to sing my song from the video... alone... in front of thousands of people, and he also wants me to sing another song with him. Oh, and he wants to buy my song, and offered to pay me a heap of money.”

“What’s a heap?” Nick wondered.

When she told them the amount, they were both speechless. Their stunned expressions made her laugh.

“That much?” Dylan asked.

She nodded. “That much.”

“Hell, that is a heap of money,” Nick said.

“Xavier said he’s going to email phone numbers, and my people are supposed to contact his people...”

Her voice trailed off while she thought about selling her songs. It had always been her dream, and now it looked like it was coming true.

Dylan could tell from the look in Isabel’s eyes that she had spaced out.

“Isabel, snap out of it.”

“Yes?”

“What did you tell him when he asked you to have your people contact his people?” Nick asked.

“I told him I didn’t have any people.”

“Yes, you do,” Dylan said. “Nick and Theo and Michael are all attorneys—”

“She needs an entertainment attorney,” Nick suggested. “I’ll find a good one for you, Isabel. Don’t sign anything yet.”

“I won’t,” she said.

Nick and Dylan spent a few minutes discussing the next steps to be taken, and when they finally turned their attention back to Isabel, she seemed to have deflated. She was leaning her elbow on the table with her chin in her hand, staring into space.

Dylan brought her back to the moment. “Isabel?”

“I don’t think I can do it,” she said, sitting up and shaking her head. “Xavier said he’s sending a car Thursday. He’s on tour now and will arrive in Boston late Wednesday night, and Thursday afternoon from one to three is the only time we can rehearse.”


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