Chapter 11
“Kyle, this is Rayna Dunham from Quicksilver Entertainment. The final numbers for the tour are in, and they are fantastic. We want to talk about contracts for your next albums. Between you and me, I think your next one will go platinum! Give me a call back and let us know when we can expect previews of what’s coming next.”
Kyle listened to the voicemail once more. He kept expecting to feel something at the knowledge that his label was so happy with him. This was what he’d been working toward. The reason he’d endured six months on the road with Mercy Lee and all her diva tendencies. The motivation for every single time he’d listened to Davis instead of his own gut over the last ten years. Rayna had said albums, plural. They didn’t make those kinds of offers to artists they didn
