Lost in NashVegas

Author:Rachel Hauck
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

In my kitchen I pull hamburger meat from the crisper and mold it into patties. My heart has healed from the stink of the day, but I’m drained.

Between Graham, Ricky, and Susan West; getting up early for work; staying up late for workshops and songwriter’s nights; and spending my afternoons digging around the depths of my soul for the next Trisha Yearwood hit, I’m plumb worn out.

Plopping the hamburgers onto a plate, I wonder again if moving to Nashville really was a bad idea. Maybe I should go home and marry Ricky.

My cell phone rings as I mold the last patty. “Shoot.” My hands are coated with hamburger meat. But maybe this time it is Graham with a fat apology. Or Ricky with a never mind.

I wipe my hands and dig in my purse for my phone.

“Robin, it’s Marc.”

“What’s up, boss?” I cradle the tiny phone against my cheek and open the bottom cupboard for Grandma’s old cast-iron frying pan.

“Don’t forget Nashville Noise. Five a.m.” The offices of the great record label is Marc’s newest and biggest account.

“Marc, I know my schedule.”

“Marty is assigned to the job too.” He has this annoying habit of repeating himself.

“We know.” I arrange the hamburgers in the skillet, and it dawns on me—I made too many. I can’t eat three hamburgers tonight.

“Be professional.” Marc is rushed and hyper. “They’re behind on a recording project, so they’ll be in the studios at odd hours. Be careful and be quiet. Keep a sharp eye out.”

“Keep a sharp eye out? For what, an emergency trash emptying?”

“I want you to take this job seriously, Robin.”

The sound and smell of sizzling meat rises in the kitchen. “Gee, Marc, and we were planning to toilet paper Mr. Chastain’s office.”

“What!”

“You know, you have no sense of humor. Why are you so worked up over this job?”

He hesitates. “James Chastain and I hit it off. He might take a listen to some of my songs.” His words are jammed together like county fair bumper cars.

“Just like that?” I grab a spatula from the drawer. Marc’s story seems rather bizzare. Hey, Marc, I like your cleaning company. Let me hear a few of your songs. It doesn’t sound like the reputed hard-nosed James Chastain. He once made a songwriter work three years before signing him to a deal, because he thought the guy wasn’t ready.

“It’s NashVegas, Robin. Anything can happen.” Marc’s tone has a woo-wee tingle. Like he’d just won a round of Texas Hold ’Em.

I half-decide Marc is dreaming, half-decide I want a sip of whatever he’s drinking. “Don’t worry, we’ll do a good job. And keep a sharp eye out.” I can’t help it, I had to repeat it.

Marc clears his throat and says, in a low, hurried voice, “Just do the good job you always do.”

“Ah, sweet. A left-handed compliment.” With a final goodbye, I flip my phone closed and head back to the kitchen.

I’m up to my eyeballs with insults: Susan telling me my songs aren’t hits, Graham dumping me for someone he considers more important, and Ricky insinuating I’m crazy for leaving home.

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