“We had a deal, Seth. One month. Your month is up.” He gripped his cell phone so hard his hand hurt. “I don’t really give a flying fuck about what you have planned, Gary. I can’t leave yet.” “You’re talking about screwing over the Late Show! I also have feelers out to promote the new single on Good Morning America and other places. Amanda’s on board. All we need is you to show up.” He paced the aunt’s living room, gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to toss his fancy-assed smart phone through a window. “Look. I know I said one month, but something’s come up here and I can’t leave. Tell Amanda’s people I’m sorry, but we’ll have to just wait for the CMAs to sing the song live together.” The last thing he wanted to do right now was sing a love song with Amanda Lang. They’d gotten the idea to do a song last year after several of their colleagues had huge successes with pop-country crossover songs.
