Page 73 of Destiny

“Thank you.”

Priscilla stays back and will still be picking a magazine when we leave her.

After following her directions, we’re introduced to Kassidy’s assistant, Brendon. He has a green mohawk and a septum piercing.

“I’m actually the one who saw your video and passed it on, Kass,” he says with pride.

“Well, thank you very, very much.”

“No problem.” He guides us to her door and knocks to make sure she’s ready for us.

“Oh, yes. Please, come on in.”

We shake her hand and then sit down. The walls are covered with golden awards and other accolades.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too. Thank you so much for reaching out to us.”

“How could I not? Obviously, the whole world loves the way you two sound together. So, who’s song was that in the first place?”

I lick my lips and tuck some hair behind my ear. “Mine.”

She points her pen at me. “You? Did you write it by yourself?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She then leans forward a little. “What was the inspiration?”

“…um, my boyfriend.”

“No shit. That’s adorable. We can definitely market that.”

I didn’t write it for its marketability. I wrote it to express my love for him.

“What about you?” Her focus shifts to Blakely. “Can you write?”

“Absolutely. I have at least five originals in my arsenal.”

She gets up and picks up a guitar in the corner of the room. “Can you please give me some?”

“I’d be happy to.”

She strums to make sure it’s in tune before handing it to him.

He proceeds to play a lovely tune that seems to be about Priscilla’s affinity for wearing his t-shirts and how she looks better in them than he does.

“Wow,” Kassidy says.

“Is that a good wow or a bad one?” he asks while gently putting the instrument down.

“Very good. You two really are cheeseballs in love.”

“But not with each other,” I clarify.

“Maybe not in real life. But trust me, that shit sells.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “What are you saying? We’re going to pretend to be into each other?”

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