The next afternoon, my phone rang at precisely twelve noon. According to my phone, it was Vickie.
“Hello.” I said, struggling to keep my voice even. Resentment at the way she had treated me coursed through my veins.
A few moments passed, then she inhaled deeply and spoke. “Tanner, this is Vickie Luther with PWL Entertainment, Crystal’s manager. How are you?”
Like her, I took an extra moment or two to reply, not wanting to either sound too eager or too pissed off. “Doing well. What can I do for you, Vickie?”
“Crystal sends her regrets at not calling you herself, but she’s currently busy wrapping up her current tour, and writing songs for her next album.” She drew in a deep breath, and I imagined the pinched expression on her face as she forced herself to spit out the correct words. “She
