The Star Maker's Revenge

light Records, moved swiftly. My name was blacklisted. Every venue in Nashville, every pu

he guitar. I refused to let it die. So, I swallowed my pride a

out, looking like she' d just walked off a magazine cover

it to her, she took one sip and then st

he shrieked, clutching her thro

t was the bar all over again, but worse. I sto

He didn' t ask questions. He didn' t look

and dangerous. I w

diner while Nicole watched, triumphant. The charges were for assault. They were eventua

ted selling my father' s things. His gold records, his vintage recording equipment

the broken pieces in its case, a const