This Could Have Been Our Song!: A coulda woulda shoulda ballad Read Online Free

surprising and full of quality. Not fine, mate, or good, but fucking grand. Grand is Marcus Grant’s territory – Grant the Grand, I reckon.”
    We were both silent for a couple of minutes. He did have a point after the incredible success of their first album, Perfect Matrimony, five year ago; they are going to need to come back with something incredible. And of course I ’m the best.
    “ Matt, I can’t, really. Maybe if you postpone the release to next spring instead,” I finally told him. “I have a contract to fulfill. Looks like we both do.”
    I then realized that I had never said no to Matt Marsh before. Not when we were in RAM and he had asked me to write his whole first solo album. Not even when he had asked me to be his witness and best man at his secret wedding ceremony in the Fiji Islands with the then-unknown backup singer, Beesly Fiori, while still very publicly dating Linda Hamilton. So, the follo wing week, when Beesly announced the name of their new album was Second Coming during an impromptu press conference, I texted him yes. That’s a terrible name; I can’t believe Lucia actually agreed on that. Obviously my upcoming taking over of the whole project will be more than welcome by Lloyd Sarrow.
     
    My meeting with Lloyd Sarrow didn’t go as well as I had planned and that’s the nicest way I can put it. Since the first time we met a week ago, he has been trying to send me back to London and this morning he finally made his feeling clear. Sitting in his newly renovated office, I could smell the paint from the wall and the black shiny leather from the chairs.
    “ She’s more than ready for this you know,” Lloyd said, probably referring to Lucia. “I’ve been personally grooming her for the past couple of years and so was Lee Mickford. She has so much talent; we only began to scratch the surface,” he told me without a trace of the smile.
    That was nothing like the joyful Lloyd I had been hearing about for weeks before arriving in Toronto. This attitude didn’t even match his appearance, his average height and medium built; apparently, thanks to Lucia, he lost thirty pounds about four years ago. He had an extremely inviting and friendly face, with a face like that he’d be eaten alive in this industry. This made me wonder if Callia Noël was solely responsible for Noël-Sarrow Records’ international success. I had not met her yet.
    “ You can’t give a novice a job like this one, Lloyd. What if she fucks it up? Does she have any backups? Has she ever worked on pre- and post-production on her own?” I asked him. It was a tough job even for somebody with experience, so I couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be for an amateur. And where was Lucia anyway? I thought she would have been in that meeting. It was her fate we were discussing after all.
    Lloyd sat in his chair and stared at me quietly, and then he picked up his phone. “Kathie, could you ask Callia to come to my office please?”
    I didn ’t like the sound of that. Something was definitely up. The door opened to a tall, red-headed woman in her early forties, the same one in the large print I was looking at, the one with Lucia, Lloyd and his three children. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her at first. Then he hit me; this lovely red-head had once been the sexy singer-dancer Charisma less than twenty year ago, the huge pop sensation. And one of my biggest teenage crushes; I almost didn’t recognize her without her famous purple hair. How did I miss that? That couldn’t be a secret.
    “ So this is the famous Grant the Grand. Nice to finally meet you.” She smiled and shook my hand. Still as pretty as I remembered. My older brother Patrick and I used to have her posters in our bedrooms.
    I stood up, even blushed before as I shook her hand back. I couldn ’t believe that I was being star-struck. “Charisma… I mean Mrs Sarrow…”
    She laughed at me “Oh, looks like I have just been made. That’s