Marcello’s words shook the ground under Tarja. It felt like the words were still echoing in her ears. First starting off softly and slowly over time growing louder and louder until she grabbed her head. Holding it in her hands. Trying to make sense of everything.
“ CD sales are down. Shows aren’t selling and frankly ,Tarja the company’s running bank robbed.
Those words were what any artist dreaded to hear. Tarja remembered how she always said in interviews that loosing her voice was her biggest nightmare but somehow that seemed stupid now. She would rather have no voice and loyal fans than have a voice, That no one wants to listen too.
She threw a glance around the room and saw the musicians shaking there heads.
She knew she had to do something or she will loose them. They all had families that they need to take care of. She must act now.
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The next morning , Tarja woke up with some startling news. When she picked up the phone- It was the police. There had been a break in at the studio. At least nothing was taken. But the police had found a letter. Suspicious, don’t you think?
“ What did it say?”
“ We don’t know miss Cabuli. We were hopping you would come down to the studio and open it.”
“ Yes. of course. I’ll be right over.”
Tarja slowly put the phone back on its stand.
Marcello was still sleeping. Like a baby
Tarja didn't bother to wake him. She couldn’t believe that he was still not awake. The phones piercing ring came just after 3:40 am
To be continued
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