He was so incredibly calm and without judgment. He meant exactly what he said, and that amazed her. Realizing that half her dour mood had once again vanished with the pain of a well-spanked ass, she was ready to sing again. No, nothing had been solved, but she had the feeling she just might climb out of her impossible hell-hole, that is, if Naughton really meant what he said.
“I’ll sing,” she said. “It’ll be good for me.”
“Good,” he said. “And let it shine, Brandy. Remember, you’re a shooting star that needs a place to shine. Give yourself half the chance, I think you’ll find that.”
He was so perfectly optimistic … if only she could feel like this for longer than an hour or two … if only it would last … if only … With her miserable track record, however, she didn’t have much hope.
Bran
