Chapter Twenty-Six
“Are you sure about this?” Cash asked from his favorite spot in front of the window as Kate flipped open the laptop that Sterling had delivered. “You don’t have to do this.”
Kate nodded, making some final tweaks to the digital sound board. Sterling had managed to secure everything on her wish list, and over the past couple of days, she’d familiarized herself with the ins and outs of her portable recording studio. A little thrill of excitement ran through her. “I know. But I want to. I want to try. I’ve had words humming around my head for days, and I’ve never been in charge of my own artistic process from start to finish. I want to see what it feels like. And if I suck at it, and the audience ends up hating me, then so be it. At least I’ll know.”
“They’ll never hate y
