"I loved your singing, Miss Ashanté."
Ashanté gaped. "Um... thank you."
He sure had blue eyes. Or were they green? Maybe brown. She couldn't tell in this drunken haze, and the purple neon lights under the seats weren't helping. How much did a car like this cost?
Keiko gave him directions to the dorm, and the chauffeur drove them home.
"Are you a billionaire?"
"Ha!" The suit shook his head. "I wish. This is a company car." He pulled out a business card and handed it to Ashanté.
Keiko leaned over to read it. "Broken Pony Records?"
Ashanté was grateful Keiko read it aloud. To her it looked like Sanskrit, but she stuffed it in her purse.
"Yes, ma'am," the suit said in a cowpoke voice. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd audition for our A&R department. We'll cut a demo for the big wheels upstairs and try to get you a contract."
A and R? What's that?
Ashanté stared.
And stared.
And stared some more.
A country music producer just happens to be in a bar when I sing karaoke, gives us a ride in a limo and offers me a record deal?
Bwahahaha!
Okay, that explained it.
This was all a dream.
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Ashes
Romance// BWWM romance // A black teen tries to make a name for herself in the mostly white world of country music. Ashanté wants to be a star like her idols Mickey Guyton, Vicki Vann and Rissi Palmer. Unfortunately, she gets nervous whenever she has to...
