“The Oral Maestro?” Molly cocked her head to the side, her bountiful red curls bouncing as she looked inquisitively at the business card. It was a deep, royal blue with white trim along the edges. It had a nice weight to it and looked rather professional.
“Uh-huh, honey, I think he’d be perfect for you.” Ms. Robinson closed the cover of her piano, smiling brightly at Molly as they finished their lesson. “I think we have a great thing going, but he’s a specialist. He’ll be able to help you really hit those high notes. You’d be amazed how many pop artists he’s worked with.”
“Really?” The young woman’s eyes grew wide, but could she really book a session with such a well-regarded vocal coach?
“That’s right. Plenty of those country singers from Nashville and a few up-and-comers from LA too.”
Molly nodded, slightly in awe that she might have the opportunity to train with someone so well-respected. “And you think I could get an appointment?”
“Of course,” Ms. Robinson assured her. “Let’s just say I’ve put in a good word for you. You’re already booked for tomorrow.”
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