?Chapter 60:


    mour Club was a venue for the crème de crème of society, located in Glophia. It was equipped with top-notch facilities, and the bands invited were all well-known. The security guard at mour Club had been working there for many years and had seen countless small bands try to perform at the club. However, the owner of the club had refused to invite small bands to perform.


    Over the years, many had tried their luck. Today, a man had sneaked onto the stage to sing but had been forcibly pulled down.


    “You are allowed toe to the mour Club to spend money and enjoy yourself, but if you are caught trying to get on stage without permission again, I won’t go easy on you!” the guard warned.


    Zeke Coheny on the floor, where he had fallen, in pain. When he fell, he used his wrist to break his fall, and now it throbbed painfully. He tried to push himself up with his other hand, but between holding his guitar and being unable to use his right hand, he sank back to the floor after a few tries.


    “Need a hand?” a voice asked as a delicate hand reached out to him.


    The voice could be clearly heard amidst the noise that carried through the mour Club.


    Zeke looked up and saw a stunning woman standing over him. She was incredibly beautiful, and her features were quite exquisite. The look on her face conveyed kindness.


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    Carefully wiping his hands on his clothes so as not to dirty her delicate hands, Zeke reached out and carefully took the woman’s hand.


    As soon as he gripped her hand, Zeke felt excruciating pain in his wrist, causing him to gasp in pain.


    Norah squeezed his wrist gently and asked, “Does it hurt here?”


    Zeke nodded. “I identally twisted it. Could you help me? I need to go to the clinic outside themunity.”


    Norah held Zeke’s wrist with both hands. She moved her hands up and down his wrist until she found what she was looking for, and then she gave it a firm twist.


    There was a small pop, and Zeke gasped in pain again. She let go of his hand and asked, “How does it feel now? Is it better?”


    Slowly flexing his wrist, Zeke was amazed. He felt no pain. “Are you a doctor? You fixed my hand so quickly. Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.”


    He then stood up with his guitar and muttered, “We’re not afraid of another beating. I would have fought.”


    Zeke turned to Norah and bowed, thanking her once again. “My name is Zeke.”


    Zeke couldn’t exin why Norah would choose to help him, but he still showed his appreciation.


    Norah smiled and then said, “Since we’re both here, why don’t we go have a drink together inside?”


    Zeke hesitated. “I have no money.”


    “It’ll be my treat,” Norah said. She then turned and made her way to the bar, not bothering to check if he followed.


    Zeke hesitated for a moment before following her. He didn’t know Norah’s intention, but he figured she couldn’t be a bad person since she had helped him with his hand and offered to buy him a drink. Besides, she was really attractive.


    Before entering the club, Zeke red at the security guard at the door. He inwardly resolved toe back here when he was famous and teach the snobbish security guard a lesson.


    The mour Club was brightly lit with colorful spinning lights. Bodies swayed wildly on the dance floor, moving to the fast-paced rhythm of the music.


    Norah ordered two drinks, then sat at one of the bar stools before gesturing for Zeke to sit next to her. Norah was dressed in a silver-white sequined mini skirt, absentmindedly ying with her ss.


    Zeke ced his guitar against the bar and sat on the bar stool.


    After a while, he awkwardly asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?” He reached for the ss on the bar and watched as the amber-colored liquid swayed.


    “I heard the security guard say you wanted to perform at mour Club. Are you a singer? You only have a guitar. So, a solo singer?” Norah asked.


    Her words didn’t elicit any reaction from Zeke. He sighed and then exined, “I used to be in a band, but they all started their own families, and now I’m left alone, still pursuing my dream to be a musician.”


    He took a sip of his drink and continued with a bitter smile. “My band’s dream was to perform at mour Club.”


    “So it’s just you in the band now?” Norah asked.


    “Yes. Why do you ask?” Zeke said with a puzzled look on his face.


    “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.


    The 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 radiant.


    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 so quickly. 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’ve been in a band for four years, and I haven’t been able to create a fan base. How then would I be famous?” Zeke asked,ughing self-mockingly.


    “I will help you,” Norah said with conviction.


    “You?” Zeke burst intoughter, as though he had heard a really funny joke. Stillughing, he added, “I appreciate you helping me with my hand. However, I have nothing to offer. If you’re looking for someone to deceive, find another target.”


    He 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 ss 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 not? Go on, have your seat.” Zeke sat back down on the bar stool, and Norah called for another drink.


    “Do you dare perform on the stage at mour Club?” Norah asked, gesturing toward 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 mour Club stage isn’t easy. I’m not allowed to perform there,” 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.


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