One Summer in Nashville by Mandy Baggot

Author:Mandy Baggot [Baggot, Mandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781789546309
Publisher: Head of Zeus

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The bar room at Kelsey Rio’s was buzzing. On stage was a three-piece band doing a cover of a Lady Antebellum number. There was something a bit off about the accordion, and the double bass player had sweat dripping down his forehead.

‘Don’t look at them. Look at me.’ Jared could see Honor wasn’t fully on board with his idea. He pulled her hands, directing her attention away from the band and back towards him.

‘What are we doing? I’m a professional artist. I don’t qualify to be here and I shouldn’t be here. I should be doing things the right way.’ She put her hand to the fringe on her wig.

‘The slow, antiquated, borin’, snail’s pace way?’

‘Did you just say antiquated?’

‘Truth time, Honor. I want you on the tour but I need to sell that to Gear. We need a big name to love you and sign you and get you out of that damn contract with Micro. Who better than Gear themselves? I asked Buzz…’

‘What? You asked your advisor to pitch me?’ Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut. The look on her face was telling him he was about to get a tongue-lashing.

‘No… not like that.’

‘Then what?’ Her hands were on her hips now. ‘What did you do?’

‘Say, there’s Byron, maybe he’s got some strings on him.’ He ignored her last question and headed across the room.

‘Jared! I mean… Randy… whatever I’m supposed to be calling you!’

Byron stood up as they approached. ‘Loving the look, man.’

‘I rock it don’t I?’

‘She’s up next.’

‘You got any strings with you? Broke a damn string just outside.’

‘I don’t. Want me to grab you a guitar? There’s a guy I know over there.’

‘You’re crashing my date, doll, you do know that. Have you coloured your hair?’ Mia smiled and sucked on her bottle of beer, swaying a little.

‘… and next we have Cindy Marshall and Randy Mitchell. Let’s give them a warm welcome.’ The crowd gave a half-hearted applause.

‘Where is he?’ Honor asked.

‘Who?’

‘Flynn Fisher.’

‘That’s him,’ Byron pointed out.

Flynn Fisher was sitting at a table near the front of the stage just a little way away, an iPad, a notepad and a bottle of water on the table in front of him. He was grey from head to foot. Grey hair, grey shirt and trousers, steely expression on his face. Jared didn’t recognise him from any meetings he’d had at Gear’s offices. He had to be new.

‘Cindy Marshall and Randy Mitchell? Are you here?’ the announcer called, looking out into the audience.

‘Listen, if you wanna…’ Jared began.

Honor didn’t respond. She just turned and made her way up to the stage.

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