this one is yours. I know you love it here, and I would never take your home away from you. Maybe you and Jared can make some amazing memories here.”
That sounded good to Shell. At least she wouldn’t be in this alone, she did have Jared, but she worried that she wouldn’t ever be enough for him. It would only take one thing to set him back, and she worried she was a trigger for him more than a help at times. Although she would never admit that out loud.
“Thank you.” Shell hugged Hannah back. “You know, as mad as I was at you earlier, I was proud too, ’cause you stood up for yourself.”
“I’ve got to. If I don’t, people are going to walk all over me and they are going to ruin the only things that make me happy in life. There’s more to life than when the next record is coming out and which tour we’re going to do next.”
That was a very mature way to put things, and again, Shell was impressed. “What do you think Bryson’s going to say?”
“I don’t really care,” Hannah laughed. “He and I have been friends for a long time. If he’s still my friend, then he’s going to understand.”
Shell laughed along with her, but there was a small part of her that wondered if Hannah knew exactly what she was doing. This could be the end of Harmony Stewart if they didn’t play this correctly, but this was Hannah’s decision to make and Shell knew that she would have to support her, no matter what.
Chapter Six
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“T hat’s it, Hannah,” the sound engineer in the booth told her. “We’re done.”
“With the whole thing?” she asked, holding her headphones to her ears tightly, afraid that she might have heard him wrong. She knew they were getting close, but she hadn’t realized they were that close.
“With the whole thing! Go enjoy yourself for a week or so while we mix this and get record company approval.”
“You’ll send me the finished copy of everything?” she questioned.
He nodded, giving her a thumbs-up as she took the headphones off her head and made her way out of the booth.
“I think you’ve got somethin’ special here, Hannah,” he told her. “You’re voice has gotten much more mature, and you seem more comfortable with yourself. You’re fans are growing up, just like you are. They’re going to appreciate the changes that you’ve made in your life, and they’re going to be able to tell that you’re comfortable in your own skin.”
“I am.” She smiled. “I love the changes that I’ve made in my life.”
He reached up, giving her a hug. She had worked with Brett since she’d started in the business. He’d been the sound engineer on every single one of her albums. “They look good on ya, doll.”
She hurried around the studio, grabbing up her stuff. “When should I have the final product, do you think?”
He glanced at his watch. “Today’s Wednesday. I’d say by Friday of next week. Go have yourself a mini-vacation. Go visit that husband of yours.”
That was exactly what she was thinking too. “Thanks for workin’ so hard, Brett.” She reached down, giving him a hug around the shoulders.
“I only work as hard as the artist, and you, my friend, work your ass off. You deserve this break that I’ve heard rumblings about.”
She bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Do you think I’m makin’ a mistake? You’ve been doin’ this a long time.”
“If you were a flash in the pan, I would tell you to strike while the iron is hot and don’t you dare take any time off. That you need to capitalize on everything you’ve got. But you’re Harmony Stewart, and you’ve changed the way we do things here on a certain level. You write amazing songs, you’re sweet, but at the same time you’re learning not to take any shit off other people. I say if you want to take some time off, you’ll be fine. If you’re burnt out and pissed off at the world, you’re not going to do anybody any good.”
“I need this time