Snow was falling heavily.

Yvette watched from a distance as Yara and Cynthia chatted. For some reason, her eyes began to well up with tears.

Ray stood beside her, holding an umbrella. Though he didn't know what was wrong with her, he could sense that she seemed sad.

Cynthia was about to explain that she was just an assistant when Yvette's voice came through her earpiece. "Cynthia, pretend to be me and talk to her."

Cynthia nodded and said to Yara, "Alright."

"Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Okay."

The two of them went to a nearby upscale restaurant.

Yvette and Ray sat in the booth next to theirs, quietly listening to their conversation.

"Ms. Cameron, both Zoey and I love your music. Please name your price. I'll accept any amount as long as we can get exclusive rights for the song."

was now showing so much concern for

my music isn't for

immediately relayed Yvette's

matter what you ask

looked every bit like

how far Yara would go for Zoey, so she

hadn't expected Cameron to

admitted it

you really want this song, I want you to dance in public. As long

long

why Yvette would want this middle-aged woman to dance. What

Yvette knew all too well that Yara had never stepped foot on stage or danced even

had been young and naive, she'd once wished on

had retorted, "Who do you think you are, asking me to dance? My body is out of shape. I said I'd never dance again in my

been stubborn; once she'd decided not to

fell when she heard those words. Eventually, she rejected Cynthia. "Can we discuss other terms? I've

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