For aspiring singer Ivy Hart, all that should be on her mind is to get a well paying job to help support her struggling and ailing family. But when she stumbles across a speakeasy in need of a new waitress, she crosses paths with a sarcastic yet wil...
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The minute our eyes met, Jake was appearing with a more determined and eager smile on his face than I'd ever seen on him before.
"You are going to love me, my dear! I've got some fantastic news that you'll want to hear and have a huge fit over when I'm done! And to make it even better–" He started to say, entering fully in—but giving Levi the first glance who was leaning against the table casually. Suddenly however, he then stopped uttering anything else and soon started to stare at him from top to bottom for a moment. Oh no, did he already know something was up?! "Well, I hope I didn't interrupt you folks day."
What?! He couldn't. How would he?! What would I even say now?!
"Actually you didn't. Me and Ivy here were just reviewing a few things. Ya know, as partners of course." Levi answered, shrugging so effortlessly.
"Oh, of course..." Jake soon then let out kindly, spinning around toward me still in such a peppy mood. Whew, that was a close one.
But a small part of me at the same time was still just slightly confused. Why was Levi being so quick to deny? It ain't like he had anything to lose on his end.
"So! What were ya saying?" I said, wanting him to just continue on and not look into it further.
"Ah yes! Fantastic news! I'm telling you, with a face like yours and a voice that, you are about to put everyone on the map by being so rich and famous. I've hit the jackpot, doll!"
"The doll's name is Ivy..." Levi then added on, putting one hand onto his hip.
Oh no. Not these two again.
"Right! That's what I meant..." Jake shyly spoke, shrugging. "Ivy. Look, the point is...we finally did it!" He happily professed.
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened to the point where it could nearly fall out.
"We did it? D-d-did what?" I asked just to be clear.
"Everything Miss Hart! Just like I promised you this whole time! It's all happening, thanks to me! Get this, after I spoke with my bosses and they proceeded to speak with theirs, I made certain to make sure they would give you at least a fighting chance to prove yourself as a real singer!"
"Honestly?!" I asked, feeling my head starting to become dizzy.
"Honest to God, my dear! Now it wasn't easy convincing, but I did! See, there I was— staring these guys in their faces and pressuring them to at least let you sing! Just like you always do here at the lounge! But then, when they kept becoming persistent in pushing the idea out of their mind, I stuck to my guns and shot right through their egos and tried to force them to give you just one opportunity to love ya like I do!" He went on, becoming so animated with each move he made—pacing around the room.
Me and Levi continued to listen attentively. "And then?" I now egged him on.
"And then when that didn't work as well, I ended up making them a great deal they couldn't refuse that would make us all happy and proud! Ivy Hart, get your vocals all buttered up real good because next week, Columbia Records wants you to record a full album demo with my assistance!" He finally shouted.
