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won't break it." Lisa spoke up, reassuring the producer.
"I hope so. You need to keep an eye on him, Lisa. He's a great musician, a great performer, but you know his reputation."
"He is, and I am. Keeping an eye on him, I mean. That's part of our agreement for him to have representation. Believe me, Leon, Trace is going to keep his word, to all of us, and he's ready to show the world that he's back."
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After she finished talking with Leon and Patrick, Lisa headed over to one of the stages the show used at the studio. Leon told her that Trace should be on Stage A, the rehearsal space. Stage B was used for taping as it was larger and had the space for a five-hundred member audience.
She checked her watch as she crossed the lot to Stage A. It was about ten-thirty and she knew she needed to get back to the office soon. She'd be on her way as soon as she spoke to Trace.
Lisa stepped onto the stage area, looking for him. How am I ever going to find him? The room was full of equipment and crew, testing lighting and cameras for Friday's dress rehearsal followed by Saturday's taping. A group was milling around the soundstage, talking, pointing at lights and speakers and checking over printed pages. There was one person Lisa recognized -- Trace's co-host, Michelle Nelson, sitting in a director's chair with her name stitched across the back, reading her notes.
It didn't take long for her take everything in and immediately feel out of place. She needed to find Trace. She glanced around again and was about to ask one of the many people scurrying about where he could be when she saw him enter from stage left.
Lisa started walking over to him but stopped when she saw Michelle Nelson leave her seat and head towards him, her long legs in bootcut jeans, tight around her hips.
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Trace was heading from the backstage wardrobe area to the stage when he saw Michelle walking toward him. Wow, he thought. This was not the fresh faced, naïve nineteen-year-old he'd written songs for when she was just starting out. This was a beautiful woman, even wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, Cowboy. Long time no see." Michelle offered Trace a flirty smile before greeting him with a hug.
"Hey, Kid, how are you?" He hugged her back, then released her and stepped back. He tilted his hat back on his head. "Well, aren't you something. Good to see you, Michelle. Congratulations on the award."
"It all goes back to you, you know. Your songs on my first album made it take off the way it did."
"No, it was all you." He gave her another quick hug, followed by a peck on the cheek. Before he could release her again, Michelle pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, surprised.
"It's great to see you, Cowboy. I'm looking forward to working with you again." Michelle's voice was low and breathless. It took Trace a few seconds to realize what she was doing. Michelle was flirting -- with him. He took a good look at her, realizing once more the girl he'd known had grown into a very beautiful, sexy woman. Her blonde, highlighted hair was cut to frame her face, her makeup was perfect, and her hazel eyes were bright with interest and possibility. He was free, he reasoned. He could take whatever she was offering, free and clear. So why didn't he?
Trace broke contact with Michelle and stepped back, looking away from her, and saw Lisa standing off to the side, watching them. That feeling hit him again, the punch-in-the-stomach feeling he hadn't been able to shake since their kiss Monday night, and he knew without question why not.
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Jealousy flared through Lisa when she saw the kiss. I knew it. One woman is as good as another. She stood still, unable to move, even as Trace made his way to her.
"Hey, glad you came by. Can you stay for a while?"
She shook herself free, realizing she needed to focus. "No, I can't. I need to get back to the office. I brought information on some interviews you've been scheduled to do." She pulled two
"I hope so. You need to keep an eye on him, Lisa. He's a great musician, a great performer, but you know his reputation."
"He is, and I am. Keeping an eye on him, I mean. That's part of our agreement for him to have representation. Believe me, Leon, Trace is going to keep his word, to all of us, and he's ready to show the world that he's back."
###
After she finished talking with Leon and Patrick, Lisa headed over to one of the stages the show used at the studio. Leon told her that Trace should be on Stage A, the rehearsal space. Stage B was used for taping as it was larger and had the space for a five-hundred member audience.
She checked her watch as she crossed the lot to Stage A. It was about ten-thirty and she knew she needed to get back to the office soon. She'd be on her way as soon as she spoke to Trace.
Lisa stepped onto the stage area, looking for him. How am I ever going to find him? The room was full of equipment and crew, testing lighting and cameras for Friday's dress rehearsal followed by Saturday's taping. A group was milling around the soundstage, talking, pointing at lights and speakers and checking over printed pages. There was one person Lisa recognized -- Trace's co-host, Michelle Nelson, sitting in a director's chair with her name stitched across the back, reading her notes.
It didn't take long for her take everything in and immediately feel out of place. She needed to find Trace. She glanced around again and was about to ask one of the many people scurrying about where he could be when she saw him enter from stage left.
Lisa started walking over to him but stopped when she saw Michelle Nelson leave her seat and head towards him, her long legs in bootcut jeans, tight around her hips.
###
Trace was heading from the backstage wardrobe area to the stage when he saw Michelle walking toward him. Wow, he thought. This was not the fresh faced, naïve nineteen-year-old he'd written songs for when she was just starting out. This was a beautiful woman, even wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, Cowboy. Long time no see." Michelle offered Trace a flirty smile before greeting him with a hug.
"Hey, Kid, how are you?" He hugged her back, then released her and stepped back. He tilted his hat back on his head. "Well, aren't you something. Good to see you, Michelle. Congratulations on the award."
"It all goes back to you, you know. Your songs on my first album made it take off the way it did."
"No, it was all you." He gave her another quick hug, followed by a peck on the cheek. Before he could release her again, Michelle pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, surprised.
"It's great to see you, Cowboy. I'm looking forward to working with you again." Michelle's voice was low and breathless. It took Trace a few seconds to realize what she was doing. Michelle was flirting -- with him. He took a good look at her, realizing once more the girl he'd known had grown into a very beautiful, sexy woman. Her blonde, highlighted hair was cut to frame her face, her makeup was perfect, and her hazel eyes were bright with interest and possibility. He was free, he reasoned. He could take whatever she was offering, free and clear. So why didn't he?
Trace broke contact with Michelle and stepped back, looking away from her, and saw Lisa standing off to the side, watching them. That feeling hit him again, the punch-in-the-stomach feeling he hadn't been able to shake since their kiss Monday night, and he knew without question why not.
###
Jealousy flared through Lisa when she saw the kiss. I knew it. One woman is as good as another. She stood still, unable to move, even as Trace made his way to her.
"Hey, glad you came by. Can you stay for a while?"
She shook herself free, realizing she needed to focus. "No, I can't. I need to get back to the office. I brought information on some interviews you've been scheduled to do." She pulled two
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