I grinned as my eyebrows pulled together, confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged as he dug into another chicken wing. "I trust your judgment."
I took a bite of my burger, resisting the urge to moan. They had the best burgers in Nashville. "And you think that she's good enough to handle a venue of that magnitude?"
He smiled. "Actually, it's a private party in the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center. It's not a huge venue, but an important one."
I nodded, understanding. "Is she that good?"
He shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't be asking you to do this if she wasn't." Frank let out a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his napkin. "Actually, she's a great musician, too. Reminds me a lot of you at her age. I just need to know if she can handle the big time."
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