Read Online I'm Glad I Did by Cynthia Weil - Free Book Online

door, and the car was empty.
    â€œI need info,” I told him.
    â€œCome into my office,” he replied with a courtly gesture. I stepped in, and he closed the elevator door. “Whaddya need?”
    â€œDo you know who the guy with the green eyes and the folders is? The one who dropped his stuff with me?”
    â€œI don’t know who he is, but I know where he is, which is almost as good,” Nick replied. “You gonna ask him for a date?”
    â€œNo, I am not,” I stated firmly. “I’m just returning something of his, so stop trying to be a matchmaker, please. Just tell me where he is.”
    Nick smirked. “The number is seven seventeen. He’sworking out of George Silver’s office. Which is kinda strange.”
    â€œStrange how?” I asked.
    Nick shrugged. “George was a manager and publisher bigwig like your uncle, but he died about a month ago. Since then this kid’s been coming in every day, spending all day at George’s office. He leaves at about seven with a big stack of files.”
    I turned this information over in my head. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Nick was right; it
was
strange. “I gotta get back to the office,” I said. “But I’ll be back at six P.M . hoping for an express to seven.”
    â€œIt’s only one floor down. I think I can arrange an express.” Nick grinned as he pulled the elevator door open. “See ya later, kiddo.”
    I MADE IT BACK before Rona even knew I was gone. The minutes dragged like hours for the rest of the day. All I could think about was finding some new way to make a fool of myself in front of Green Eyes. There was the tripping-over-my-own-feet scenario, the stammering and stuttering scenario and best of all, the staring-through-me-as-if-I-weren’t-there scenario. By the time the last Good Music writer had left, and six o’clock had arrived, I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea what I was going to say.
    When Nick deposited me on the seventh floor, I knew I had to pull myself together.
All he can tell me is no
, I told myself.
No big deal
.
    But it was a big deal. Dulcie Brown was expecting me to deliver those lyrics.
    Seven seventeen was almost opposite the elevator. The sign on the door read GEORGE SILVER MUSIC . I opened it without knocking. There was no reception area, just a large room that was a real mess. Folders and papers were piled everywhere: on the couch, chairs and tabletops. The walls were covered with photographs, BMI awards, and gold records. There were more stacked in cartons on the floor. In a corner was an upright piano with piles of sheet music and lead sheets on top of it. And seated at a huge desk in front of the window was Green Eyes himself, totally engrossed in a file.
    I coughed a fake cough to let him know that I’d entered.
    He looked up. I knew it was impossible, but it seemed his eyes had gotten greener. Maybe it was the pale green shirt he was wearing that brought out those cat eyes of his. They contrasted perfectly with his olive skin and black curly hair. He was ridiculously handsome. So much so that all my scenarios chased one another through my mind.
    â€œYes,” he said, as if he had never seen me before. “Can I help you?”
    â€œI’m the girl from the elevator,” I said, regaining my composure. “We dropped our folders. I think someone accidentally returned something of yours to me.” I handed him the paper with the words on it.
    He gave it a quick scan. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “This is mine. Thanks.” He went right back to whatever he was doing. He didn’t even offer a smile.
    I stood there for a moment and fake-coughed again. “Look, I don’t mean to be pushy. But I’m working at GoodMusic, and those words and a melody I wrote are kind of made for each other. Did you write them?”
    â€œYeah,” he said, looking up.
    â€œWell, what I’m getting at is