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“Absolutely! I’ve been nominated in two categories. Can you believe that?” I settle back into the driver’s seat and place my head against the headrest, a grin plastered on my face.

“That’s amazing! I’ll for sure be watching and rooting for you to win.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“I know you’re busy, so I’ll get to the point of my call,” Cam states. “I’ve got a new client that we think would do well with some music therapy. Are you still taking on any clients, with everything going on with the songwriting popularity?”

“I haven’t worked with any kids in the last few months, just due to my schedule, but depending on what you’re thinking for a time commitment, I might be able to help you out.”

“An assessment is still needed to determine how often sessions would be recommended. As you know from past clients, I prefer to have the professional working with the client be the one to perform the assessment.”

“Let me pull up my calendar and see when I might have an available time,” I tell her, placing the call on speakerphone as I pull up the calendar on my phone. “It looks like I have some free time either next Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday morning.”

“Oh, awesome!” Cam exclaims. “Let me contact the patient’s mother and see what day would work better for them, and then I’ll get back to you. Does that work?”

“Works perfect. Will it be done at your offices or an in-home assessment?”

“Whatever you’d prefer. I can also ask the mother if she has a preference on the location.”

“Sounds like a plan. Just let me know once you’ve got it scheduled and where it will be, and I’ll make sure I’m there.”

“Thank you so much, Stacey.”

“Anytime! Hey, I’m meeting a few other friends tonight for a drink to celebrate the award nominations. Would you and Ethan like to come?”

“I’d love to! Ethan is working until eight-ish, so depending on what time, he can meet up with us.”

“It’s a laid-back, come-as-you-can kind of thing. I think we were planning to meet up around seven thirty or so, down at The Tap House.”

“I’ll be there. Thanks for the invite!”

“Can’t wait to see you. Don’t you have a ring to show off to me?”

“Yes! I can’t believe that I haven’t seen you since Ethan proposed. It was all so amazing. I was shocked and not expecting it at all. I’ll tell you all about it tonight.”

“Awesome, see you tonight!” I tell her before we hang up. I slip my phone back into my purse, then open my car door and climb out.

I’m meeting with my writing partner, Lee Davidson, and our superstar singer herself, Reese Blackwood, Miss Country Star Hotshot. The three of us penned her current hit single last year and it’s been a huge success. It’s been in the number one spot on the country charts for the last fifteen weeks, and it was our second big success. We had two back-to-back number one singles that have both broken records for the number of weeks they’ve stayed at the top of the charts. We’ve had a handful of weeks where the songs sat in the first and second spots on the charts, breaking yet more records and joining a very short list of other singers who have held the top two chart spots.

“Hi,” Lee greets me as I walk into the room. He’s sitting on one of the couches in the room, a guitar already in his hands as he strums some notes on it.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

“It’s going,” he says, moving some papers around in front of him. “I worked on that song we left undone yesterday, and think I have the kinks all worked out.”

“Let me hear the changes,” I tell him, taking a seat across from him and pulling out my notebook. He plays through the song and I note where he’s made changes in my notebook, marking down what I think is working and what still needs to be fine-tuned to make it perfect.

“What do you think?” Lee asks, once he finishes the song.

“I’m really liking the changes. I think, with a few more tweaks, it will be perfect. Let’s wait for Reese to get here so you can play the changes for her and then we can tweak it.”

“Sounds good.”

“Did I hear my name?” Reese asks, shuffling into the room and plopping down in the chair next to me.

“Sure did,” I say, laughing at her. “You look a little ragged. Did you have a fun night?”

“Oh, ya know, just a night with my man after they kicked Nashville’s butt,” she says, winking at me.

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