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it.”
    “Thanks for letting us observe,” I said.
    Talulah Crank stood. “I managed to pull a few strings,” she said smugly. Talulah was tall, with short, choppy black hair and frosty green eyes.
    Teddie let out a bark of laughter. “Let me show you where the recording studio is,” she said, ignoring Talulah’s posturing.
    “Are you singing with the band?” Teddie asked as she led us upstairs.
    “I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m pretty sure they don’t want their lead singer’s girlfriend horning in.”
    “You and Dominic sound good together. You guys should try another duet.” Dominic and I had sung a duet at the Battle of the Bands in the spring, but we still hadn’t settled on a new song for the choir audition.
    Daisy and I followed Teddie to the third floor. We walked along a hallway with white carpeting and white walls. The starkness was alleviated by huge framed photos of Teddie during her glory days. One photo had her sitting on the lap of an extremely handsome well-known rocker. I stopped to take a closer look.
    “My first love,” Teddie sighed.
    The next photo showed her playing guitar in an all-female powerhouse rock band.
    “Is this where you’re going to hang your new painting?” I asked when we reached an expanse of blank wall.
    She looked startled. “How did you know about that?”
    “We met Jensen Kenton on the way in,” Daisy explained. “He had your painting with him.”
    “I wonder where he got off to,” Teddie said, but she didn’t seem too concerned.
    “Is it one of his scary pieces?” I asked.
    “No,” she said. “I don’t really care for his work. I bought one of his older, tamer landscape pieces for Lola.” Teddie’s sister, Lola Wells, was chief of police in Nightshade, which was kind of mind-boggling. They seemed so different.
    “This is my favorite room in the house,” Teddie said, throwing open the door to the recording studio. “Go on, girls, take a look.”
    “Can’t you see we’re busy recording?” Tashya snapped before she realized it was Teddie standing behind Daisy and me.
    “You’re not recording,” Teddie replied calmly. “Or the light above the door would have been lit up like a Christmas tree.”
    Tashya looked sulky and crossed her arms.
    On the opposite wall was a state-of-the-art soundboard manned by an older guy with a fedora perched on his head.
    “This is my buddy Josh,” Teddie said. “Best engineer in the business.”
    “This place is amazing,” I said.
    Tashya snorted, but subsided when Daisy gave her a warning look.
    “This is the control room,” Teddie explained. Above the soundboard a window looked into another room with microphones all over the place. “And that is where the band will be recording.”
    Right now, Dominic and his mom were the only ones on the other side of the glass. They appeared to be having a heated conversation.
    Teddie’s cell rang and she stepped out of the studio, saying, “Excuse me, I’ve got to take this.”
    “I wonder what those two are talking about,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
    Josh the engineer shrugged. “Easy to find out,” he said, and pressed a button on the soundboard that allowed us to hear what was going on in the recording room.
    I heard Dominic’s raised voice. “Why did you invite her here, Mom?”
    “Truthfully?” she replied.
    “It’d be a nice change.”
    “Because I wanted the two of you to get back together,” she said.
    Dominic’s mom really did not like me one bit. I knew I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help myself. I was dying to know why his mom was playing matchmaker.
    “That’s never going to happen,” Dominic said. “I’m dating Jessica.”
    “But Tashya’s devoted to you and she’s not . . .”
    “Not what?”
    “Not a virago,” she said.
    That’s why Dom’s mom hated me so much? It was the last thing I expected.
    I cleared my throat, loudly, and Josh quickly yanked his hand from the button, muting the