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."

now showing so much concern for her other

her that my music

relayed Yvette's words to

bit embarrassed. "What do you want, then? No matter what

every bit like a devoted

see how far Yara would go for Zoey, so she continued, "Aren't you Yara Cadwell, the internationally renowned

somewhat flattered. She hadn't expected

it

next sentence left her completely frozen. "At the age of 25, you ended your dance career, which is truly a pity. If you really want this song, I want you to dance in public. As long as you dance, I'll grant you

long

would want this middle-aged

never stepped foot on stage or danced

been young and naive, she'd once wished on her birthday, saying, "I want Mom

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

stubborn; once she'd decided not

heard those words. Eventually, she rejected Cynthia. "Can we discuss other terms? I've said that I would never dance again." In

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