#Chapter 15 Love At The First Sight
Rachel POV
The Next Night – 8 PM
Tyler had been true to his word and never shown up at the garden for the rejection ceremony. I had sat
there for the entire day until time for work. I kept thinking he might be testing me.
I should have known he would do exactly as he said.
Tyler Wright was a man of his word if nothing else.
Be had tried to convince me to take several days off work. I was having dizzy spells if I stood too
quickly and I often felt nauseated though I had yet to begin having any vomiting.
The obstetrician had suggested I eat small portions many times a day to keep my blood sugar up. He
had also said to drink fluids regrly as well as to stay off my feet.
I knew I wasn''t far enough along with my pregnancy to have swelling yet, but I did notice my feet more.
I felt clumsy in a way I had never been in my life.
Oddly enough, I still found I wanted to dance throughout my day. I loved the idea of being a mother.
If I were to have this baby? I would love him or her with all my heart.
While waiting on Tyler to show up at the garden, I hadposed more music to pass my time. I''d
added lyrics to a song and found myself surprised I was writing about being in love.
I thought I had forgotten how it felt to be in love after three years of being despised by my mate, but my
heart was warmed by memories of my first love, Nathan Lewis.
Nathan had called Be''s apartment again though I had been in the shower at the time. I wished I had
gotten to speak with him. Be had taken his number down for me.
Calling Nathan felt possible as I was humming my own love song while sorting the music on the stand.
I wondered where the singer had gotten off to, but my boss showed up in a panic.
"Rachel," Roy asked, breathless for unknown reasons, "Can you sing? Please tell me you can sing as
well as you y the piano."
"I can sing. I took vocal lessons as part of my studies to get my music degree. What''s happened?"
"The singer is sick. She''s been feeling off all through the set and she just totally lost it backstage. I
need a love song. Do you know one?"
Love songs were the mostmon kind of music aside from religious hymns.
I rifled through my memory for my favorites, already preparing to y a piano bad the audience
would recognize. Those did well in the restaurant.
"What kind of love song? Does it matter?"
"Table Six is having a proposal. The groom-to-be paid a deposit to make sure we yed something
romantic and sweet. He wants his girl to say ''yes'', you know?"
I actually didn''t know.
No one had ever asked me to marry them.
Nathan Lewis and I had been in love in high school.
We had joked about having a family together. A dozen children. A house with a white picket fence. Two
dogs so they could y with each other when everyone was busy.
I remembered dreaming about a marriage proposal from him even though I knew he wasn''t my fated
mate.
"How would you feel about me ying one of my original pieces? I put words to it today and I think it
would work for a proposal."
Roy nodded vigorously, "Absolutely! A Rachel Original! I love it. I''m sure they''re going to love it. Let me
get the guys to move the mic over here and send the spotlight over you. You''re fine with performing,
right? No stage fright?"
Iughed and shook my head, "No. I don''t have stage fright. I often had to perform for entire concert
halls as part of my degree."
Recitals had never made me ufortable. Music was as natural as breathing to me. I enjoyed
sharing my craft with others.
Staff moved the spotlight to shine down on me from above, illuminating me in a warm glow. I
straightened on the bench automatically in reaction.
Roy himself moved the microphone to where it was angled down to allow me to sing into it while
ying the piano.
"Hello, Blue Diamond," I greeted my audience, beginning to y the opening melody to my song, "I
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wrote this song about falling in love and I want to share it with you tonight. The name is ''Love at the
First Sight'' and I do hope it reminds you of your first loves, too."
As I sang ''Love at the First Sight,'' I closed my eyes to better feel the mood of the music. I poured all my
love into every word while letting my passion empower my ying.
The sounds of the restaurant faded away as I got lost in the song. I let my final bars trail off into silence
for the span of several heartbeats before apuse burst out from every table in the dining hall.
Blushing, I said, "Thank you, everyone. I''m d you were all able to feel the love tonight. Speaking of
love, I believe there''s a gentleman at table six who would now like to borrow our attention for his love."
I gestured to the table and the spotlight operator swung it away from me obediently.
The gentleman who stood up from the table appeared close to my age. He was in a nice, crisp suit
which he straightened before going down on one knee before the lovely brte sharing his table.
I cried a few tears of joy alongside the bride-to-be as she joyfully epted his proposal.
Both of their hands were shaking as he gave her his ring. The diamond solitaire was stunning under the
lights. I pped along with everyone else when the two shared a lovely kiss.
I hoped, in that moment, I would one day experience the kind of love they shared---the kind of love I''d
found myself singing about.
Everything went smoothly for the rest of the night. The only difference from any other shift I''d had in the
restaurant was I switched from piano apaniment to piano entertainer for the duration of the
evening.
I stood up from the bench as my final set finished only to have to sit right back down.
Dizziness washed over me; I remembered it had been a longer time than suggested since Ist ate
anything or had any water.
"Are you alright?"
Turning to my right, I saw an older gentleman approaching me, "I just need a ss of water. I let the
music take over tonight. One of the pitfalls of being the main act instead of just the backup music."
We shared a chuckle as he waved one of the waitresses over. He whispered to her for a moment and
she disappeared. I figured she was going to bring me the water I''d asked for and thanked him in
advance.
"No, no, thank you for performing tonight. I''m Howard. Cecilia, the singer tonight, is one of my acts. I''m
a producer for Camelot Records. Are you looking for representation?"
I sucked in a breath as I recognized the name. Camelot Records was a very well-known music
production firm. Getting an offer from one of their agents was a dreame true.
"I haven''t thought about it, sir."
The waitress brought me the ss of water and I used it as an excuse to get myself back under
control.
"What are you offering exactly?"
"I''m offering a meeting with our team to see if you would be a good fit for our group. We''re always on
the lookout for new talent and ''Love at the First Sight'' had the audience all moved to tears. Hell, I cried
a few myself!"
My hand went to my belly as I realized I wasn''t only thinking about a future for myself.
I hadn''t decided on the baby, but I had to consider there was the chance I would soon be a single
mother who needed to provide a good life for an infant.
Working with a famous music production firm would pay me much more than being a backup pianist in
even a ssy restaurant like Blue Diamond.
"I would love to meet with your firm, Howard. I''m Rachel, by the way. Rachel Flores."
Howard handed me a card and told me he would be in touch to set up the time for the interview. He
was kind enough to wait until I finished my water before heading back toward the bar area.
I went to the kitchen to find Be, practically dancing all over again.
My smile was beaming bright as I found her and grabbed her to spin around in a hug.
"Guess what just happened?"
"What? What?" Beughed.
"I''ve got an interview with Camelot Records! They want to sign me!"
Be cheered with me and we made ns to celebrate with some chocte cake.
If I were to get signed, I could get my dream job as a full-time songwriter---and maybe earn enough to
support myself and a baby.
Could it be possible? Could I have two dreamse true?