Chapter: 129

"Just curious."

“We used to be four in the band. There was a singer, a bassist, a guitarist, and a drummer. The other three have all left, but I remained. However, if things don't pick up after today, I too might have to give up," Zeke shared.

Chasing an unattainable dream had worn Zeke out. He knew he couldn't afford to squander his youth and time like those affluent men did.

He had to earn a living.

"If I could give you a shot at stardom, would you take it?" Norah asked in a voice that caused Zeke to look up at her.

Zeke saw the look on Norah's face. It was full of confidence, and the smile on her face made her look ethereal.

Zeke felt as though he was being hypnotized. "Yes, I will take it!" he said firmly.

The words that came out of his mouth surprised him. He regretted having said those words too fast. After all, he knew nothing about Norah.

"Miss, I don't even know you. Is there any reason you're asking me this question? I have been in a band for four years, and I have not been able to create a fan base. How then would I become famous?"

Zeke asked, laughing self-mockingly.

“I will help you."

"You?" Zeke burst into laughter, as though he had heard a really funny joke. Still laughing, he said, "I appreciate you helping me with my hand. However, I have nothing to offer. If you're looking for a person to deceive, find another target."

He then gulped down his drink in one swallow. “Goodbye, Miss. Thank you for the drink. I have to go now."

Zeke slung his guitar over his back and turned to leave.

Norah said nothing. Instead, she counted down from five inwardly as she swirled the drink in her glass and then took a sip. “Five, four, three, two..."

As expected, Zeke returned to Norah, his guitar still on his back.

In a low voice, he said, “I have nothing to lose, so I've decided that I'll trust you."

Norah chuckled. “Why so nervous? Go on, have your seat."

Zeke sat back on the bar stool, and Norah called for another drink.

"Do you dare go on the stage at Glamour Club and perform?" Norah asked, gesturing at the stage. She watched Zeke's face carefully for any reaction.

“Of course," Zeke said eagerly. Though he had just been beaten for attempting to perform on stage without permission, he wouldn't chicken out if the opportunity presented itself.

"However, getting on the Glamour Club stage isn't easy. I'm not allowed to perform on the stage," Zeke finished, staring at his guitar.

"You're making excuses. Will you dare if I can make it happen?"

Norah asked with a smile. Her smile seemed to brighten the room even more.