"Glad you're back Mariah," Alfred said, embracing his daughter with a strong, warm hug. "How was Audio?" He asked. "It was paradise," Mariah replied," I made a few songs. Rekindled the fire with a few friends, enjoying the tire swing and met a special someone who is now my personal track producer." Alfred raised and eyebrow above his black rimmed glasses," How old is he?"
"Twenty-six," She answered. He nodded his head," I'll be off Friday. It is okay if I meet him then?"
"You're serious? This Friday?"
"Yeah, I—I mean if he's not busy making the next track for Butterfly."
"I'll look forward to it." He said with a smile on his face," In the meantime, you and I should do some catching up in the small ranch." He tapped a finger on his chin and added," Race Angel and Wisp?"
"You're so on." Mariah replied, laughing.
