“Sorry,” Buddy said calmly, “He is the best. Next to me. Really, he is brilliant.”
She sighed. Inwardly stomped her foot in frustration. “Mr Rawls, is there a spot where I can have my son hang out? And is that dog safe?”
“Buddy. Call me Buddy. And yes the dog is safe. If you are OK with it he can hang in here with me and Tank.”
“Plleeaassee Mom! Can I stay with the dog?”
She couldn’t say no to that face. “OK, but be careful.”
Brett was back in the studio. That girl was tiny. She looked all of fifteen, but yet had a kid who must have been about seven. She barely came to his chest. Yet scarily enough could probably punch him in the balls. He didn’t know if he hated her or it was love at first sight.
Brett just got his guitar strap over his shoulder when he heard Buddy over the intercom, “OK Lady and Gent, let’s get this show on the road.
Kate started singing. Brett’s mouth dropped open. She was the best singer next to Chance he’s ever heard.
Buddy watched from the booth. He just busted up laughing. Brett is in for a world of hurt, maybe out of his league. That tiny woman is going to have him wrapped around her little finger. He leaned in and said through the com, “OK kids. One more time. And Brett. Close your mouth, you are catching flies.”
Brett closed his mouth. She had heard and saw and he thought he saw a smug look briefly cross her face.
Deep down inside she didn’t know how to take that. She wasn’t good with compliments or good words, but liked that he was embarrassed he got caught.
After a couple hours they were done for the day. Brett walked past her and into the booth where her son and Buddy were, carrying a leash. “Buddy, I am going to walk Tank. I’ll be right back.”
“Right,” Buddy replied as he continued to work his producer magic.
“Sir, is it OK if I go in with my Mom?” Conner asked.
“Of course. We are done for the day.”
Conner went into the studio to be with his mom.
“Hey sweetheart, ready to go home?”
“Yes Mom. I am hungry,” Conner said.
“No problem Conner. We can grab something to eat on the way home.”
Kate and Conner, by way of the Record Company, was provided with a place to live during the recording process.
It was a small brownstone. The driver dropped them off and carried their luggage up to the door.
“Thank you,” Kate told him. She failed to notice, as her back was turned as she was unlocking the door, the driver stare at her son while he said, “You’re welcome,” as he turned and left down the steps.
“Conner, here we are. Would you help me drag these inside?”
“Sure Mom.”
The small house had an open concept with beautiful hardwood floors throughout.
“Hey Conner, let’s go upstairs and check out the bedrooms.”
“Sure Mom,” Conner said, as he followed his mom up the stairs.