Sitting in the sound room, Bree found herself nervously wiping her hands on her floral skirt. She had no idea why she was so anxious when she wasn’t the one auditioning, but she felt as if her heart might beat right out of her chest.
Trent had opted not to come to the callback. Bree would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little relieved. As much as she appreciated having him involved in her work whenever reasonably possible, the situation at the club the other night had unnerved her to some degree. It wasn’t the last show they’d gone
“All right. We’ve got Cat Hadley on keyboards, Dominic Dunn on drums, and Griffin Bray on bass,” Sally was saying once call backs were over. “We just need to decide who our rhythm guitar player is and who we want on lead.”“Rhythm is easier, I think,” Alvin noted. “Bree has mentioned it would be nice to have a rhythm guitar player who also plays fiddle, so I think Chase Simpson is a good choice.”
Trent knew Bree was going to have a trying day. Not only did she have a difficult decision to make, she’d been out late the night before and had to get up fairly early to go into the studio for callbacks. She had another gig that night, too, so Trent decided to make her dinner so she could eat and relax before she had to go to the show.Cooking wasn’t really his specialty, but he had a few recipes he was able to create without too many trials. He went about making his mom’s favorite chicken-tater tot casserole and then sat down at the table to look o
Bree felt as if she hardly had a second of free time. Once everyone they’d chosen for the band accepted, practices were scheduled. Since Zelda had already booked so many jobs for Bree, she was playing at night and practicing during the day. It was an exciting whirlwind, but it also left her tired most of the time. She was living off of coffee and other forms of caffeine.Jordan was directing their practices. He arrived far too enthusiastic for Bree’s taste early in the morning. “Hey, gang! I think the older stuff is really starting to come along. Let
The office space was exactly what Trent had been looking for. It was newly renovated, close to Bree’s apartment and the apartment complex he’d been thinking of renting a home in, and not too far from Bree’s studio where she practiced and recorded her music. It seemed like a really good deal, if he was going to go through with this.“It comes completely furnished,” the realtor told him. She was a tall, thin woman who was probably old enough to be his mother but still insisted on looking at him in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable.
It was a rare Friday night that Bree didn’t have a show, so Trent took advantage of her night off by taking her out to a fancy French restaurant. He intended to let her know what he’d decided to do. Hopefully, it would be a night to remember. She’d been so busy since the wedding and the declaration of their love for one another that he hadn’t gotten a chance to take her out on a proper date, so this was a night he wanted to make special for her.Dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress, with her strawberry-blonde hair piled on top of her head
The breeze stirred her hair as Bree stood on the sidewalk outside of the fancy French restaurant Trent had treated her to, holding his hand and wondering what he had in store for her.Then, she realized what they were doing. A large dappled horse, attached to an elaborately decorated carriage in a dark brown with scrolled carvings and a red velvet interior sat waiting for them, the driver, a smiling woman with short brown hair dressed in an official looking uniform, welcoming them over.
“All right, let’s run through that last song again,” Jordan was saying at practice the next day after Bree’s romantic carriage ride through the streets of historic downtown Nashville. She had been wearing a big smile on her face all day and didn’t even care that Jordan wasn’t happy with the way they were playing “Only Till Sunday.”Trent was back at her place now, overseeing the people packing up her stuff. They’d decided that morning she may as well go ahead and move in with him. She’d seen pictures of
Thank goodness the new office space was furnished. Trent was glad he got to check one more thing off of his list. He had been in communication with his firm in Kentucky to see if anyone from there wanted to relocate to Nashville, and a few of his proven associates were on board to transfer, which was exciting. It would leave him slightly short handed in his other office, but the manager of that office, Katherine, was fully qualified to hire replacements.Trent had spoken to his most trusted advisors to make sure they were on board with him opening a second location, a