“There you are. I just got back from Nashville,” Hal said when Melody came downstairs several hours later. “Did you see the news reports this morning, Mel?” She’d gone back to bed and had risen after noon.
“No, why?” She headed into the kitchen, straight for the coffee.
“We released My Love Song Friday.” That was the title of the album, with the single of the same name that Melody sang at the awards show. “It went platinum before noon on Saturday. It went double platinum before 8 Saturday night—record-breaking sales of the CDs—the digital downloads of the singles are crashing servers all over the world.”
She set the coffee pot down and stared at him with her mouth open. Unable to contain himself any longer, he picked Melody up and whirled her around. “You sold out the stores, Mel. There
