Martha sipped her water slowly. Questions were racing through her brain and she had no idea where to start. When Landry had said that he had written more than half of the top forty songs in the country, her immediate reaction had been to burst into laughter. She wasn’t sure why. It didn’t really seem like a joke, and looking back she saw nothing funny about the situation. Her only explanation was that she just didn’t know how else to react. Martha was unable to stop laughing to discuss anything, so Landry had put his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the studio. He walked her down the hall and unlocked another door, which led to some sort of office with a sofa and a piano keyboard in it. He sat Martha down on the sofa and gave her a bottle of water out of
