refused to lease or sell the rights to any of his publishing. She admired the principle in that, but in reality almost nobody else could get away without that. He didn't do interviews and he didn't show up at awards ceremonies. As far as anyone knew he didn't post on the internet.
There weren't even any recent photographs of him. She had found an old one on the internet from his younger days when he'd been a promising singer-songwriter, the next Springsteen one reviewer had called him. she pulled out her phone and brought the image to the screen to look at it again. The figure in the photo was dark haired and rather handsome although hardly glamorous being rather gaunt. his slightly nervous smile showed crooked teeth. he looked so young and boyish when she considered that He must have been in at least his mid twenties when it was taken. She put her phone away and continued walking down the narrow sidewalk.
Rumor had it that he'd suffered some kind of nervous breakdown, perhaps drug related, which had ended his career. Nothing was heard of him again for about for a long time after that. Then, years later he slowly began to resurface, first as an arranger on a couple of unimportant albums and then a few of his songs scraped their way into the very bottom of the charts. For the next couple of years His rise was pretty unimpressive.
Things suddenly changed 4 years ago. One of his songs which had previously bombed became a number 1 with the release of a new record of it, this time the record had been arranged by him. since then he'd worked at a breakneck pace, slowing his output down only enough to keep people guessing what his next hit might possibly sound like. That was about all there was to know about him that was public knowledge. He was known to have friends but they were almost all people outside of the music business. She couldn't believe it when she had found out that he lived here, of all places, In the same city as her! There was almost no music industry of any kind here. A few recording studios were still managing to stay in business but that was all.
That had been the very reason Hayley had been trying so hard to save enough to move to LA since college, but her student loan and her inability to keep a full roster of piano students had slowly but surely pushed that goal farther and farther back. Even worse, she had loaned her parents $3000 of her savings last year and she worried they would ask her to help them with their mortgage at some point again soon. She felt guilty for how much she secretly hated feeling obligated to help them.
Her dad had had a bypass operation a couple of years ago which they were still trying to recover from, having been financially insolvent from the medical bills and the time her Dad had missed work while in recovery. They were wonderful, loving, supportive parents but she felt their troubles like a chain around her neck which prevented her from escaping her dismal future.
A man who had been supervising the installation of a new sound system at the venue where she worked overheard her complaining to her coworker about how impossible it was to have a career in this city as a professional songwriter. He had interrupted her, saying loudly in an dramatic tone "Are you kidding? Don't you know who lives and works right here in town?.. only the best songwriter in the business.. Jack Davis." She couldn't believe it at first, of course. He laughed at her dumbstruck expression and introduced himself as Michael, apologizing for his rudeness.
He was stocky with grey, shaggy hair. His face was friendly and his eyes mischievous..He had a slight English accent and a devil-may-care attitude that had probably made him extremely attractive to women when he was a few years younger and a few pounds lighter.
Hayley wasn't working tonight ,she had only been there to pick up her cheque, she turned to see Michael already walking away, out through the service doors so she ran to catch up with him. As he
There weren't even any recent photographs of him. She had found an old one on the internet from his younger days when he'd been a promising singer-songwriter, the next Springsteen one reviewer had called him. she pulled out her phone and brought the image to the screen to look at it again. The figure in the photo was dark haired and rather handsome although hardly glamorous being rather gaunt. his slightly nervous smile showed crooked teeth. he looked so young and boyish when she considered that He must have been in at least his mid twenties when it was taken. She put her phone away and continued walking down the narrow sidewalk.
Rumor had it that he'd suffered some kind of nervous breakdown, perhaps drug related, which had ended his career. Nothing was heard of him again for about for a long time after that. Then, years later he slowly began to resurface, first as an arranger on a couple of unimportant albums and then a few of his songs scraped their way into the very bottom of the charts. For the next couple of years His rise was pretty unimpressive.
Things suddenly changed 4 years ago. One of his songs which had previously bombed became a number 1 with the release of a new record of it, this time the record had been arranged by him. since then he'd worked at a breakneck pace, slowing his output down only enough to keep people guessing what his next hit might possibly sound like. That was about all there was to know about him that was public knowledge. He was known to have friends but they were almost all people outside of the music business. She couldn't believe it when she had found out that he lived here, of all places, In the same city as her! There was almost no music industry of any kind here. A few recording studios were still managing to stay in business but that was all.
That had been the very reason Hayley had been trying so hard to save enough to move to LA since college, but her student loan and her inability to keep a full roster of piano students had slowly but surely pushed that goal farther and farther back. Even worse, she had loaned her parents $3000 of her savings last year and she worried they would ask her to help them with their mortgage at some point again soon. She felt guilty for how much she secretly hated feeling obligated to help them.
Her dad had had a bypass operation a couple of years ago which they were still trying to recover from, having been financially insolvent from the medical bills and the time her Dad had missed work while in recovery. They were wonderful, loving, supportive parents but she felt their troubles like a chain around her neck which prevented her from escaping her dismal future.
A man who had been supervising the installation of a new sound system at the venue where she worked overheard her complaining to her coworker about how impossible it was to have a career in this city as a professional songwriter. He had interrupted her, saying loudly in an dramatic tone "Are you kidding? Don't you know who lives and works right here in town?.. only the best songwriter in the business.. Jack Davis." She couldn't believe it at first, of course. He laughed at her dumbstruck expression and introduced himself as Michael, apologizing for his rudeness.
He was stocky with grey, shaggy hair. His face was friendly and his eyes mischievous..He had a slight English accent and a devil-may-care attitude that had probably made him extremely attractive to women when he was a few years younger and a few pounds lighter.
Hayley wasn't working tonight ,she had only been there to pick up her cheque, she turned to see Michael already walking away, out through the service doors so she ran to catch up with him. As he
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