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lips. “My mother had been whipped into submission years earlier. She wouldn’t even speak unless my father said it was okay.”
    Quinn slowly shook his head, knowing that there was nothing he could say to make it all disappear, be different somehow, so he just listened.
    “The minute I turned sixteen I left. Got on a train from Mississippi and came to New York. I never looked back, too scared I’d see my father running up behind me.” She shivered at the image. “Found a job as a waitress in Brooklyn and finished school. I had this great music teacher who took a liking to me. She got meinto the high school choir. I used to stay after school and watch her practice on the piano.” She glanced up at him. “That’s how I learned to play.”
    The corner of his mouth curved up into a grin. “So did I. Just listening mostly.”
    Rae nodded in understanding. She took a breath and another swallow of her drink. “When I graduated, Ms. Granville, that was her name, told me about a small recording studio in Bed-Stuy in Brooklyn and a guy that was looking for talent. So I went to see him, not knowing what to expect, but hoping he’d miraculously make me an overnight sensation.”
    They both laughed.
    “That brother worked me to death. Do you hear me?” She chuckled, remembering the countless nights of burning the midnight oil. “RJ was no joke. He taught me so much about the business, introduced me to people, and did my first demo for me. When I met with the producers at Sony, they loved what they heard and wanted to sign me right then and there.”
    “I hear a but in there somewhere.”
    Rae grinned. “But…I didn’t want to sing, never did. I wanted to write and compose.”
    “So what happened?”
    “I told them I wasn’t interested. Well, RJ almost had a stroke right in the office. He’d worked for three months to get me in. If looks could kill I would have dropped dead right on that plush red carpet.”
    Quinn howled with laughter. “Woman, you are crazy.”
    “Yeah, they thought so, too.”
    “So what happened?”
    “After the producer cussed RJ out for wasting his time, RJ begging and pleading with him, I did something I’d never done before in my life—opened my mouth and said what it was that I wanted, for once. Not what someone else wanted for me.
    “‘I want to write music, lyrics!’ I shouted over the din. They both turned and looked at me like I was crazy. And suddenly the old fear of being beaten took hold of me and pushed me back down into my seat. The room grew deathly quiet.
    “‘What did you say?’ the producer asked.
    “‘I want to write.’
    “He leaned back in his seat.
    “‘What makes you think you can?’
    “I reached into my bag and pulled out my notebook that I’d been writing songs in since high school and handed it to him. I swear he must have read it for an hour, or at least it felt like it, especially with RJ cutting me dirty looks every few seconds. Finally he put the book down and closed it. He stared at me for a long time.
    “‘I have a young girl group. They have talent but their music sucks. I want you to listen to them, see if you can come up with something, and then we’ll see. Maybe one of these songs.’ He tossed the book back at me and my music career began.”
    “Did you get to work with them?”
    Rae nodded.
    “Did they take off or what?”
    She nodded again.
    Quinn cocked his head to the side, realizing he was going to have to pry the information out of her. “You gonna tell me who, or what?”
    “After Five,” she said shyly.
    He tossed his head back and laughed in awe. After Five had jetted to the top of the charts and remained there for years. Most of the girl groups of the past ten years ago had been patterned after them. Unbelievable.
    But that was Rae, cool and unassuming, Quinn thought as the music came to an end. He often wished, especially after meeting her, and being plunged back into the world of music, that he could find that creative