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easing my frustrations away. He knew me so well. Everything anyone could do to calm my soul, he could do with just a slide of his finger, a gentle word, a sweet caress. I let him take me into him to feel his hot breath against my cheek as he pulled me closer. The music slowed outside the room into a slow dance number. I could still hear the soft lyrics, and they echoed in my head as we joined the dance, slowly turning in one spot in this dark room.
    Even through the heartache the months had caused me without him, Emilio erased them with one soulful dance in the middle of a sea of chaos. There was nowhere I’d rather be, no one I’d rather spend the moments with, and no other man would do.
    I gave a tiny prayer that it would last forever. Somehow, it had to.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
     
    Audrey
    “Tell me, Miss Westing, how does it feel to have two of your songs in the Billboard’s top 100?”
    The lights were blinding. I couldn’t even see the audience beyond them on the soundstage. The cameras felt like eyeballs focused on me, mirroring my face in their wide lenses. Even the teleprompter for the interviewer Barbara Stratton, a well-known anchor for the Los Angeles News, looked oppressive. I shouldn’t have agreed to do this. My stomach was in knots and I had such a late night at the New Year’s Party in Las Vegas the day before. I couldn’t even be running on two hours of sleep. I was sure to say something off before the night was over.
    “It’s really surreal. Like it’s not happening to me, it’s someone else going through this…” What a generic response. I couldn’t think of anything else.
    “Right. I’m sure it’s been a whirlwind for you and your band. How long have you been together?”
    “Well, my sister Liv and I have been singing together since I can remember. In toddlerhood?” The audience gave a chuckle, and I grinned wide and big for them. “Saul recently joined us several months ago. We’ve been pretty tight ever since.”
    “Now tell me, Audrey, did you have a feeling your album would go platinum within the first three weeks of release?”
    I shook my head. “Oh, hell no. I mean…who does?”
    The audience’s laughs kept me relaxed. At least I had that.
    “How does it feel, being a platinum selling artist?”
    I let out a long drawn out breath, my eyes rounding out to focus on the glaring lights staring me down instead of the audience’s faces. I wish I could see them, their gleaming eyes and attentive faces staring right at me, but maybe it was a good thing I couldn’t.
    “It’s feels like I’m living in the best dream I’ve ever had.”
    The clapping encapsulated the studio even more, and I started to feel the sweat pooling under my neck and down my spine. The heat from the spotlights was intense. I didn’t know how the people on shows did it. Thank goodness the interview ended just as fast and the lights whooshed off with a pop that made me jump. My tunnel vision surrendered me to the darkening studio, and I finally could breathe again.
    Why did my nerves act this way? Such a roller coaster ride… I could never really point out how I’d end up feeling, or if I’d puke my guts all over the soundstage floor. Praying I’d make it through each interview somehow was always required.
    How Liv never seemed bothered by all this was so unfair. Of course, I ended up doing most of the interviews without her and Saul for some reason. Talk about not fair.
    “Liv!” I heard my name from the back corner off the stage. Heading in that direction, I spotted Saul waving me down. He wasn’t waving at me exactly, but it was close enough. The studio hand who’d led him there nodded toward me as he spoke to Saul before he turned to head back to whatever duty they were supposed to be doing instead of leading blind men around the place.
    “Hey, Babe!” I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It was as good as it got with this man. He was my everything. I never