Chapter Twelve
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The conference call with the producer for the Ibiza Lounge music project had gone well, so I’d purchased what I needed for a home studio. I was petrified that I’d f**k up this opportunity. My once thriving music career was currently in a shambles, though I was lucky to have a great agent to line me up with work.
My biggest worry was Crystal, and so far I’d lucked out as far as she was concerned. I’d fully expected her to slander me in the press, and blackball me from further work in the industry. But, so far, she’d kept her mouth shut, most likely worried I’d tell the world exactly why I used her husband as a punching bag.
Though I didn’t technically need a real studio, I wanted to make a fantastic impression with Candelabra Records. I could do the majority of the
