Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 90:

Zeke, get in touch with your bandmates. Tonight, you’ll have the chance to play at Glamour Club,” Norah announced, a spark of excitement in her eyes. “Joanna’s right. I would like to see how your band performs.”

Zeke, caught off guard, felt a wave of anxiety. “What if we don’t live up to your expectations? Are you going back on your word?”

Norah gave him a cool look. “My word is my bond. You’ve proven yourself. If any of your bandmates don’t cut it, I’ll find a replacement.”

Zeke felt nervous. Even though he believed in his band, he wasn’t sure if Norah would be pleased. He hoped none of the members would fail the band.

Noticing his concern, Norah reassured him, “Don’t worry, I’m not that strict. After all, Rosy Secret started from scratch, with me playing a part in their different state.”

Zeke, heart racing, managed to muster, “Okay.”

As Zeke reached out to his band, Norah and Joanna approached the club’s performance manager. After hearing Norah’s request, the manager shook his head and said, “I’m afraid I can’t do it. Mr. Morris didn’t come today. The acts on stage are all set. Without his order, we can’t change it.”

Norah presented the VIP access Spencer had given her, swiftly gaining the manager’s cooperation.

“With this VIP access, consider it done. Just one song?” the manager asked.

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“Yes.”

“Alright. Let me know the timing, and I’ll set it up.”

like here. There’s no need to shell out any cash. It’s

people sitting beside Zeke—two men and one woman. Seeing Norah and Joanna return, Zeke got up and introduced them. “Miss Wilson, meet

kept Norah’s identity as Starbeam

slender, decked out in leather attire. The three were visibly thrilled. For them, playing at Glamour Club had been a dream since they

to hit the stage, but we didn’t bring all our instruments. Just got a guitar for Zeke,” Rodger said, scratching

nod and said, “Yeah, no biggie

group to the instrument room

they were informed it was time to take the stage. Norah smiled encouragingly and said, “I can’t wait to see

group exchanged determined glances,

to a prime viewing spot on the second floor to

by their premature stage exit. They were scheduled to play until midnight, yet it was only nine. The sudden change left

Emerson’s expression turned grim. He turned

just a brief intermission,” the manager explained. “You’ll

never had a break like this before.

special performance by a

glances. They both understood that this was about the guy

left the backstage

that same guy from before, but this time, he’s

it out,”

her phone, uninterested in what was happening outside.

a woman standing on the stage, bathed in light. The bass started, belting out a recent hit tune. After the intro faded, the singer’s voice emerged: “Clouds are like the sky’s dreams, bringing in a touch of sadness. Do you feel

was still scratching their heads over the band’s sudden shift. But with the sweet melody,

witnessing the audience’s positive reaction, Coyle and Emerson couldn’t hide