"Roberts, Nora - Stanislaski 05 - Waiting For Nick" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

"What you need, Nick, is me." Freddie said firmly.

Nick swallowed hastily, set his beer down and looked at Freddie as
though she had suddenly stopped speaking English. "Huh?"

"I've been studying music all my life." It was a struggle, but she kept
the eagerness out of her voice and spoke matter-of-factly. "One of my
first memories is of sitting on my father's lap, with his hands over
mine on the piano keys. But, to his disappointment, composing isn't my
first love. Words are. I could write your words, Nick, better than
anyone else." Her eyes, gray and calm and smiling, met his. "Because I
not only understand your music, I understand you. So what do you think?"

He shifted in his chair, blew out a breath. "I don't know what to think,
Fred. This is kind of out of left field."

"I don't know why. You know I've written lyrics for some of Dad's
compositions. And a few others besides." She broke off a piece of bread,
chewed it thoughtfully. "It seems to me to be a very logical,
comfortable solution all around. I'm looking for work, you're looking
for a lyricist."

"Yeah." But it made him nervous, the idea of working with her. To be
honest, he'd have had to admit that in the past few years, she'd begun
to make him nervous.

"So you'll think about it." She smiled again, knowing, as the member of
a large family, the strategic value of an apparent retreat. "And if you
start to like the idea, you can run it by the producers."

"I could do that," Nick said slowly. "Sure, I could do that."

"Great. I'll be coming around here off and on, or you can reach me at
the Waldorf."

"The Waldorf? Why are you staying at a hotel?"

"Just temporarily, until I find an apartment. You don't know of anything
in the area, do you? I like this neighborhood."

"No, I--I didn't realize you were making this permanent." His brows knit
again. "I mean, a really permanent move."

"Well, I am. And no, before you start, I'm not going to stay with the
family. I'm going to find out what it's like to live alone. You're still
upstairs, right? In Zack's old place?"

"That's right."

"So, if you hear about anything in the neighborhood, you'll let me