r. But his words were true. Dara hadn’t even ended up as one of the lucky ones. Well, nearly. She did work for one of the largest music act agents in the country. But she was an administration assistant. Everyone at the agency was a musician or an artist of some kind. The work wasn’t so bad, and the people were cool, and she did get to meet most of the artists the agency represented. But some days it could be a bit depressing. And it made her think. What if she’d never lost the Firebird? Would her passion have stayed so strong that nothing could have stopped her becoming a successful musician? What if she’d just missed that lecture of Lovelock’s, and his words weren’t always at the back of her mind?
An incoming email notification on the computer screen brought her back. It was Andrew, wanting to know if she was able to meet for lunch. Andrew was a guy the agency often used as a sound engineer for newer artists. He said his talent was making drunk, sloppy musos sound slick and pro. It was true, Dara sup