The Man Who Sang the Blues

The Man Who Sang the Blues

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Romance
Latte, desserts, and sweet music. What could you ask for more? A twenty-five year-old young lady named Keira lives with her aunt, sister and cousin. both of her parents and uncle died in a fire of a hotel building. Her aunt manages to take care of the them and their aunt's son. Without hesitation through the years, Keira's aunt decided to build a cafe bar. The place flourished with customers and she couldn't hire a band to play every weekend. She then, hired a guy who simply knows how to sing and strum a guitar. A guy with so much talent, women both young and old are swoon over him, except Keira. She looks over the man evolving slowly into a ladies' man. Later she slowly found out and developed certain feelings for him but at her own knowledge. Suddenly, Zander, her close friend, expressed his feelings for her and so is Antoinette, the girl he once had a fling with, finds Garret. Both hands are tied together as Garret finds a way to win Keira's heart and trust. Both worlds are far away but at skin's touch.
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