This time, it's about how she's on borrowed time, how she's not wanted forever, and how she'll be tossed away.
Every note is heartbreaking. Every blast of her voice, soul crushing. And the constant stare into my eyes supplies a steady stream of chaos to my blood.
"We're not forever, our days fade before us, and it's all okay to you,"she blasts.
Is that what she thinks?
She continues,"There's no love from you."Another tear drips down her cheek.
The air turns stale in my lungs.
She stops playing and says, "That's all I have for that one."
"How long until you can finish it?" Ears questions.
She shrugs. "A few days."
"Good. Do that. I think we have enough for today. Can you come back next week?" Ears asks.
"Of course," she responds.
He declares, "That's a wrap, then."
The room erupts in applause, but Blakely doesn't beam as she should. She forces a smile and leaves the recording box.
Agents swarm her, introducing themselves and handing her their business cards. Anxiety appears in her expression again, and it's clear she's overwhelmed.
I take the business cards from her and interject, "Thank you for your enthusiasm. We'll schedule meetings with those of you we're interested in dealing with. Now, if you'll excuse us, Blakely's had a long day." I steer her out of the room.
"Riggs," Ears calls after me.
I spin us, arching my eyebrows.
He steps in front of us and nods at Blakely, a huge grin overpowering him. He asserts, "You got the goods, girl."
For the first time all day, she beams. "You really think so?"
He chuckles. "When those agents fight over you, you got the world by the balls."
She glances at me.
I tug her closer, still shaken by her songs and processing it all while having no clue how to deal with the damage I've done.
"Get some rest, Blakely Fox. Your name is about to go global," Ears claims. He pats me on the back.
"I'll call you tomorrow," I inform him, then lead Blakely to the Porsche. I open the door.
She gets in.
I shut the door, go around to my side, take a deep breath, and slide onto the driver's seat. A few minutes pass, and I turn to her, trying to figure out what to say. But everything is jumbled.
She slowly meets my gaze.
I finally just admit, "You were amazing."
She says nothing and stares out the window.
I open my mouth, then snap it shut. What am I trying to say anyway?