*I am not affiliated with NBC or James E. Reilly. I am simply borrowing the characters.
C H A P T E R F I V E
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"That sounded great Syd." Chad said after she had completed another recording.
"Thanks." Syd replied. "I couldn't have made it this far without your great producing."
Chad laughed. "Nah-it was all you. You're really going to go far. You've got the voice, the looks, and the attitude. I merely produced your songs. You're the one who got you where you are today."
"No." Syd insisted. "I only made it because of your help. Without you as my producer, I wouldn't have made it to the top of the charts!"
"Well I still say it was all you." Chad said.
"You stubborn bastard." Syd said teasingly. "What ma I going to do with you?" She punched him playfully on the arm.
"Ouch!" Chad made a face of mocking hurt. "Look, Syd. Before you beat me up any further, I think we should call it a day."
"What? But I want to work on the new song I wrote." Syd wanted to keep spending as much time with Chad Harris.
"We'll just end up working late like always." Chad said.
"Please, Chad! Pretty please?" Syd batted her eyelashes. She gave him the most pitiful look she could muster.
"All right." Chad said reluctantly. He sighed. I hate to do this to Whitney. Another long night without me. Chad frowned. "I gotta make a call. I'll be back." Chad left the room hurriedly.
"Great." Syd said smiling. "Thanks Chad." She called after him. Hmm. Hopefully I can take that mind of yours off of Whitney and onto me.
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