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“Only if you let me drive.”
She laughed, the first real, free laugh in years. “Keep it.”
The room went silent. Even the waiters stopped pouring champagne. Mira’s face turned from smug to ashen to volcanic. But she couldn’t move. No one could.
She looked back at the glittering cage of Silver Sound Records —and at her stepmother’s furious face in the window—then at the open road ahead. A Cinderella Story- Once Upon A SongHD
Mira was about to announce the winner—her own band, of course—when the stage lights flickered. A single spotlight swung to the side of the stage. Katie walked out, heart in her throat, and sat on a simple wooden stool.
A record executive from the real Hit Records stood up. “Who is that?”
Every morning, before the sun peeked over the Nashville skyline, she’d hum into a broken tape recorder while scrubbing the floors of her stepmother’s glitzy, soulless recording studio, Silver Sound Records . The studio was a monument to auto-tune and manufactured pop stars. Katie was its ghost—a seventeen-year-old with a voice like honey and whiskey, buried under a mop bucket and her stepmother’s disdain. “Only if you let me drive
Katie’s only allies were her stepmother’s bumbling but sweet-natured son, Gabe, who spent more time fixing his hair than fixing a chord progression, and the studio’s grizzled sound engineer, “Uncle” Lou. Lou had worked with the greats. He knew real talent when he heard it.
Trapped, Katie listened to the muffled thump of the bass from the showcase downstairs. Her dream was slipping away. Then, through the vent, she heard Uncle Lou’s gruff voice: “Kid? Grab the vent cover. It’s only four screws.”
He smiled. “I knew it was you.”
Katie’s heart hammered. The winner got a recording contract and a performance slot at the historic Ryman Auditorium. It was her glass slipper.
The day of the showcase, Katie finished her chores, her secret song burning a hole in her pocket. She had no fancy dress, no backing band. Just her acoustic guitar, patched jeans, and a dusty pair of vintage cowboy boots that had belonged to her late father.