One of the poems was even called ‘Fire’ but it was different to the other one.
She had a fire inside her. She wondered if the fire was to warm her or destroy her.
Then she realised. A fire had no motive. Only she could have that. The power was hers.
A woman sat next to her. This woman wasn’t in the band, but she exuded importance.
She was about fifty years old. Maybe she was the manager.
Maybe she worked for the record company. She had the air of a strict mum about her.
But she began with a smile. “Stroke of genius,” she said.
“The Simon & Garfunkel thing. You’re trending across South America.”
“Cool.” “Have posted about it from your accounts.” She’d said this like it was a perfectly normal thing.
“Oh. Right. Okay.” “There’s a couple of last-minute press things tonight at the hotel.”
“Then tomorrow it’s an early start... We fly to Rio first thing, then eight hours of press.”
“All at the hotel.” “Rio?” “You’re up to speed with this week’s tour schedule, right?”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색