Sierra Kline

Bailey nodded. “That sounds like Kendall,” she replied. “And trust me, she may not look scary, but she is.”

“Who would’ve thought,” Sierra said, not really expecting a HIT wizard to say an 18-year-old girl was scary. “Should I be scared if I’m ever around her? Will she, like, poison me or something?”

“I think i have a pretty good sized fan base. All around these parts they know me but if i were to go somewhere else probably not.” Erick explained. “Does that makes sense?” 

“Yeah, it does. I have a few people who always show up to my performances in Picquery Cove but the only one who ever talks to me is the Italian dude.” Sierra nodded in understanding. “My metal band is actually pretty popular at this pub in Arkansas, though. It’s weird.”

“I guess , whatever floats your boat.” Erick said taking a swig of his drink. 

“Do you have a lot of fans? I have, like, one. And it’s this nice Italian dude. He’s ancient.”

“Any time.” Sierra said nervously. She watched the road as they drove to the mini-golf place. “You were actually serious about mini-golf?”

Braxley turned towards her and with a small smile took both of her hands in his. “You’re going to be fine. Just like you always are. You kicked ass at your last performance and you know it.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “You’ll be great.”

She relaxed when Brax took her hands. “Thank you.” Sierra breathed, taking a step closer to him. “Do you know of any piano warming spells? The keys are gonna be like ice.”

“They’re prototypes to send out to production and my bosses,” she replied.

“Oh, duh. Yeah, no I won’t kill you. Sorry bud, you’re gonna have to find someone else to do that.”

“Sew, I meant sew,” Len replied and put her head down. “As you can tell, I need more sleep.”

“Okay, that makes more sense.” Sierra laughed. “What are the costumes for?”

“Oh yeah. All the time.” Genevieve smiled. “It’s like you have way too much energy and you don’t know what to do with it.”

“Yes! That’s exactly it.” Sierra grinned. “It’s hard because I play the piano, but when I’m doing shows with my side band it’s great. I play the bass and I can just dance away all that energy.”

“We can easily aparate. I don’t mind, honestly. It’s whatever makes you feel comfortable.” He didn’t want this date to end up like that one and while he loved his car, he wanted this to go well more. “She is well loved.” He reached over and grabbed her hand hesitantly. He gently guided her towards the correct fastener.

“No, no I want to try again. She was a terrible driver, I trust you a bit more than I did her.” Sierra smiled. “Thank you, it’s been so long I forgot how to do this.” She laughed as Braxley helped her buckle in. “Just promise you won’t run us into a ditch and I’ll be fine.”