Chapter Fifteen
Emmy walked out of the Jefferson National Bank in Washington scared, but happy. She called Paula. “Get those three concerts back. I got the loan, and I’m ready to roll.”
A thrill shot through her body. She sounded like a producer, a manager, a woman in charge, and she liked it. She bit her lip as the enormity of the task sank in. Pay musicians. Pay crew. Contact manager. So wrapped up making a mental to-do list, Emmy almost smacked into the hotel door. When she arrived at the room, Paula was on the phone. She gave the singer a thumbs up and grinned.
Paula closed her phone. “Atlanta is back on. Miami next. Then New Orleans.”
“Great! Thank you. Where do we want to go after?” Emmy pulled up a map on her phone. As she was scanning the country, a call came in.
“Buddy, I saw
