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didn’t take long before the sight of a pine-green shoe and another paisley shoe caught her eye. She went straight to the woman behind the register to ask for both shoes in her size and then sat down to wait.
    She looked around the mall at all the people whisking by. There were mothers with their strollers, and young girls with their friends and other ladies with their husbands. For a split second, Madison got lost in their joy. She wondered to herself which she would rather be: a mother, a young girl, or a wife. She was a thirty-six-year-old woman, and still there was so much she hadn’t experienced. Some days she felt left out—behind in life. She often felt regret that she had chosen a career over motherhood and a more settled lifestyle. Motherhood was pretty much out of the question; the job was so demanding she felt she would be a horrible mother. Her career definitely called for some sacrifice. Yet Jamahl wasn’t looking to marry someone who couldn’t commit to their home, let alone him. Madison knew exactly what she wanted on most days, but others, she didn’t.
    She was thinking about how great she would feel as a mother or a wife. She thought about what she was missing in her own life. It wasn’t until the lady returned with her shoes that she remembered that being any of those ladies would likely not afford her the opportunity to just come to the mall on a lovely Saturday afternoon with no kids in tow, like she could, and shop without any regard for someone else or the “responsibilities of life.” So, at that moment, she realized that she would rather be just who she was—a young, single, not lonely, successful woman with no children just yet. She knew that with all great things comes sacrifice, and she had chosen hers long ago. And when she tried on that pine-green shoe and strutted across the floor to the mirror, she was that much more assured that she was living the right life for her.
    Madison had both pairs of shoes in a shopping bag and was making her way out of Nordstrom and on to the next store when she started to feel better about everything, including the tiff with Jamahl. All the women passing her appeared miserable suddenly. They were either struggling to look at something while watching their child or they were trying to hurry as their husbands rushed them along. Madison, on the other hand, was taking her precious time trying on everything she felt would look great on her at her high-powered job.

Chapter 5
    H e was taller than he looked on television, and his smile and flawless skin weren’t the result of airbrushing for the magazines: he was gorgeous. As soon as Madison looked up and saw him walking toward her, along with two familiar faces and two strange ones, she put on her friendly face.
    â€œHey, Maddie, this is Johnny Polytics, our new artist on Intheloop Records. Johnny, this is Madison, the program director,” Kristin, the Intheloop rep, said.
    Madison was dressed in dark blue, fitted skinny jeans and a navy-blue-and-white Akademiks T-shirt.
    â€œHello, there,” Madison said as she reached out to shake Polytics’s hand.
    â€œNice to meet you. I really go by Polytics,” he replied.
    â€œNice to meet you as well,” Madison said.
    â€œThank you for supporting the new record so heavily,” he said.
    â€œThank you for making a hit—that’s what we play here at Drama Ninety-Nine, so it’s my pleasure.”
    â€œWell, thanks for considering a hit so early on before the rest of America caught on.”
    â€œAgain, no problem. I’ve been doing this for quite some time. I know a hit when I hear one.”
    â€œWell, that’s good to know. I may have to find a way to get you on my payroll to have you sit with me in the studio and pick my hits.”
    â€œWhoa,” Kristin interrupted. “Let’s not make those jokes, especially not in public or so loud.”
    The three of them giggled, but