Sunlight in corporeal form.
“It’s not a stadium song, but it might be,” I say slowly. “It’s a duet.”
Nate’s brows lift.
“With who?”
I glance toward the door Bella just walked through.
“She’s good,” I say.
“She is.”
“She’s young. Has energy.”
“Yeah.”
I look back at him.
“What if instead of some overproduced sports anthem, I pitch something different? And what if we start that girl on her career path and protect her from the vampires?”
“How different? And what do you mean we?” he asks carefully.
“This song I’m hearing? It’s unexpected. And we don’t give over to some producer or manager. We use our dime. Our scruples. And we hire the right protection.”
He studies me.
Then smirks slightly.
“I see. So, what’s that glint in your eye?”
I feel it.
That spark.
That rush I haven’t felt in a long time.
“I’m gonna say yes, but I gotta call my producer,” I say.
“And?”
“And you gotta call your lawyer for her.”
His eyes widen slightly.
“You’re serious. You want Bella to sing this thing?”
“Yeah, I’m serious. And it’s the first time in a while that I feel excited to do something,” I say and that beat inside, it’s getting louder.
“Why is that?” Nate asks, cocking his head to the side.
“Because I know where I’m going once the song’s finished.”
And I do.
Because that beat inside me?
It’s new.