used to it.”
Yolanda nodded. She didn’t have to ask where Shane’s father was. She knew that Shane’s father was also a famous country singer, before which he was the guitarist of a well-known rock band for many years, and that he died several years ago.
“Did your father ever tell you why he switched from rock to country?”
Shane shrugged. “Only that he kept saying country music was soothing to his soul.”
“I guess it is more soothing compared to rock, which has a different intention,” Yolanda agreed. “And you? Did you always want to be a country singer?”
“Ever since I learned how to play the guitar,” he confessed. “Although my Mom wanted me to be a pop singer, said I’d make more money.”
Yolanda chuckled. “Well, it looks to me like you’re doing well.”
“Better than I expected,” he said humbly.
“I’m sure your father’s proud of you.”
“I’m not sure about that. He had pretty high standards. I remember he would get really angry if I messed up even just one note on my guitar.”
Yolanda grinned, imagining it. “He just wanted you to get better. Now, look where all that teaching got you.”
Shane just smiled, seemingly remembering his father.
“Besides, all parents are proud of their children no matter how high they claim their standards to be,” Yolanda added.
“How about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you always want to be a talk show host?”
“I always wanted to be a journalist,” Yolanda said. “I’m not sure about the talk show host part, but it’s fun.”
“You sound like there’s something else you’d rather be.”
“Well, I enjoyed being a reporter. Sometimes, I miss the thrill of it. Then again, I’ve been having a thrill these past weeks.”
“Do you know who spread that rumor about you?”
“No,” Yolanda lied, not wanting to tell him about Roy for fear that he would get involved in the mess she was in. “But whoever it was, he chose the wrong person to mess with.”
“Damn straight.” There was a moment of silence before Shane spoke again. “Aside from that interview with Kian Matthews, which I’m sure is special to you, what other story or experience do you find most memorable?”
“Wow, you sound like you could host a talk show yourself.”
He grinned. “I’m just curious.”
“Well, there is one,” she said. “I did this interview with a young woman who was pregnant with triplets. She had some special medical condition and the doctors were recommending an abortion because there was a chance she wouldn’t survive giving birth, but she decided to go through with it. I remember asking her why she made that decision and she told me that if three lives could be born at the cost of one, then surely it was a better bargain. I was crying after that interview.”
“Well, she was a brave woman.”
“It’s one of the things I miss about being a reporter,” Yolanda said. “Meeting ordinary people who are extraordinary in some way, just like the guests on my last show, excluding you of course, since you’re a celebrity.”
“If you miss it so much, then maybe you should just go back to it,” Shane suggested.
“I’m thinking about it,” Yolanda said. “It’s a big decision.”
Shane paused thoughtfully, then got up. “I have just the song to help you make up your mind.”
He walked towards his guitar which was on a stand in the corner of the living room, unzipped the case to take the instrument out and then walked back towards her, sitting on an armchair.
“Have you heard all of my songs?” he asked her.
“I have to admit I haven’t listened to all of them,” she admitted.
“That’s okay,” he said. “Well, here’s one of the songs from my first album, one of my favorites, actually.”
“Okay.”
“And just so you know, I’ve never sang for a girl before. I mean, one-to-one.”
“Never?” Yolanda was surprised.
Shane shook his head. Then, before Yolanda could ask any more