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246 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 4, 2016
"I'll learn on the job," Rushani said. "I'll rise to the occasion." She leaned toward Hakeem, intent and serious. "Look. I'm young, a woman, and a woman of color, in the music industry. The deck is stacked against me. And I think you probably know what that's like."
Hakeem's mouth twitched. "Touché."
James was nodding in agreement. Andrew realized, with a sharp twinge of guilt, that he had never thought about race, had never considered how it might change things.
Rushani was meticulous, thorough, organized, and professional: a dream come true for a band running a multi-leg international tour every year...She was the best tour manager in the business, in Andrew's humble opinion. She was also loyal, compassionate, and could be quite funny when she wasn't too busy worrying about something to remember to laugh.
"My job isn't me," she said sharply. "I have opinions about hotel rooms and transportation methods because you pay me to. But I'm just like anyone else, I don't know everything, I get confused, I get–scared–"
He sighed, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You're having a hard time right now. It isn't fair or me to accuse you of cowardice when . I suppose I'm feeling guilty, and I'm taking it out on you, and I shouldn't. I'm sorry for that."
"Wow," she said. She hugged herself, wanting comfort from Andrew but too stubborn to ask for it. "That was quite an apology."
His mouth quirked in a half-hearted smile. "Therapy. I'm learning lots of useful skills."