“Been a big week for you,” commented Garrett as he poured himself a second glass of red wine. “New album, album launch, a tour to Europe and a new band.”
“I know! So much is changing so fast!”
“No less than you deserve, my dear,” added Jethro warmly. “I have a good feeling in my braids about this for you.”
Riley giggled as she helped herself to another slice of pizza.
“We’re meeting for lunch on Sunday,” she explained, her mouth still full of pepperoni. “Will be good to get to know the guys a little better before we get to work.”
“You thought of a name yet?” quizzed Garrett.
“No!” gasped Riley, her eyes wide. “I hadn’t even thought about a name.”
“Molly and I had provisionally thought of the boys as The RJ Band,” revealed Jethro casually. “This is still all about Riley Johnson. It’s all about you so it needs to be Riley and the…”
“The old man’s right,” added Garrett calmly. “You’re the star here. It needs to be your name up there in the big letters. Those boys will just need to get used to being behind you.”
“Am I ready for this?” asked Riley quietly, a wave of fear seeping through her.
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