After her father's tragic passing, Nora Davis is forced behind the scenes, nothing more than a stepping stone for others in their journey to stardom. When an opportunity presents itself, Nora, trapped under her stepmother's heel, takes it as her cha...
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Felicity rushed home and did a final review before submitting her new contest entry. After sending it and then pulling a few songs to send to Daxton, she waited for her mother to come home.
The moment Mallory walked through the door, Felicity was there. "You'll never guess what happened today."
Mallory's keys jingled as she dropped them in the serving bowl on their decorative table in the middle of the foyer. Her mother's eyes darted around the house. "Where's Nora?"
Felicity waved the question off, "She's still with Devon working on his Showcase piece."
Mallory's heels clicked along the floor as she walked to the closet and hung up her coat. "Is this important? I have a few items I need to get done for work."
Felicity trailed after Mallory as she headed up the stairs. "Mom, this is career-altering."
"I'm sure it is." Mallory stepped into her study and started up her sleek desktop monitor.
Felicity's fist bunched at her side. "I had lunch with Daxton Cavenaugh today."
Now she had her mother's attention. "Did you?"
"And Kamree Philips," she said.
Mallory raised a brow. "And?"
"Daxton wants a sample of some tracks. It's not official yet, but it's promising."
Her mother took off her maroon blazer and placed it carefully on the back of her white leather desk chair. "He doesn't want you to submit it to a general mailbox, does he?"
Felicity passed over his business card. "No. Directly."
At that, Mallory smiled. "Excellent. You haven't submitted anything yet?"
"No," Felicity shook her head, "I pulled a few. I wanted to review with you before sending anything."
Mallory tapped at her chin with her pointer finger. "We need to play this carefully. If we can get you a deal with Daxton Cavenaugh, it'll open doors."
"Right?" Felicity grinned. "We're going to be famous!"
"Not yet. The songs you send to Daxton Cavenaugh will make or break your career. We need to get Nora on this right away. We need new music. New sound. We have to send him something he'll be unable to ignore."
"I've already submitted my entry to his contest."
"The one from last week?"
Felicity shook her head, her eyes bright. "No. A new one. A better one," she said. "Hold on."
Felicity rushed back to her room and grabbed the leather journal tucked into her nightstand. She'd found the journal in the studio the other day. Nora practically had the thing glued to her side and refused to let anyone see it. Felicity thought that was because she had a bunch of scribbles and unfinished pieces inside. She couldn't care less what Nora had with her, so long as she kept writing pieces for her.
