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“And that's it?” Andy Sachs whispered, unable to meet the Title Agents' eyes.

“And that's it.” He confirmed sliding a set of weathered keys across the polished table. “You're now the sole owner of The Music Maven.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Peters.” Richard, Andy's Father, stood offering a handshake.

“If either of you have any questions feel free to call me anytime.” Mr. Peters slipped out of the door, clicking it shut quietly behind him.

“Why don't we go down to the shop and dust off some of those cobwebs?” Richard squeezed Andy's shoulder firmly.

“It just feels so surreal. They were both fine last Christmas and then I lost both my Grandparents in just 6 months. Now I'm a business owner on top of everything else.” She sighed, running her hands over her face in a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. “I can't live in Nashville and run a business in California. The time difference alone would make it all but impossible.”

“They loved each other just as much as they loved that shop. But I know for a fact that they loved you kids the most.” He smiled warmly, shaking his head as he sighed. “Once Dad passed I knew Mom wasn't going to last without him. They were Kindred Spirits and simply couldn't handle life without the other.”

“Here I am complaining when you just lost your parents.” She stood, pulling him into a hug which he quickly reciprocated. “I'm so sorry, Dad.”

“I've had my time to grieve sweetheart. It's your turn to do the same.” He whispered into her hair. “How about some milkshakes before moving you into the upstairs apartment?”

“I'd love that.” She smiled as he gathered the paperwork and keys into his briefcase.

Kindred Spirits. The phrase suited Andy's Grandparents far more than the overly used cliché of soul mates. Their connection while platonic at first was built from their shared values and interest of music and creativity. After a decade of friendship their connection grew to one filled with an endless love and a companionship that lasted until their final moments together. As Andy grew up within the shop they owned together she learned truly what was needed for a relationship to last. They worked well together but understood that the other was an individual with their own thoughts and emotions. They worked better together than apart on every aspect of their lives together from personal, familial and even financial issues. Within their hearts burned an everlasting love for one another that was expressed through both gestures large and small. From dream vacations to handwritten love notes and soft kisses on a cheek. They were the epitome of Kindred Spirits and she vowed to one day find a love as pure as theirs.

The Music Maven was opened soon after her Grandparents were married. Both were musicians who loved to teach others the joys of music. Andy's Grandpa, or Papaw for short, was a gifted guitarist while her Grandma, affectionately known as Mamaw, was a pianist and singer. The gift of musicianship skipped her Fathers generation but had been blessed upon her from a young age. The second Andy could hit pots and pans she was making a rhythm. Once she could speak, the singing never stopped. From Church gatherings to Show Choir and even Marching Band Andy was surrounded by music. Every day after school and even in the summers she would spend it at the Music Maven. Her first job was at the shop giving lessons and even hosting open mic nights. The shop had grown to feel like home but without her Grandparents it felt hollow.

The bell above the door chimed as Andy passed through the threshold. The warm morning sun cast shadows along the oak floorboards leading to the back wall of instruments. Guitars both acoustic and electric hung above rows of strings, picks, straps and varying accessories. It had been 3 years since she had last entered the shop and barely anything had changed. Some areas had been moved around and items updated yet the layout was the same. The scent of leather, mineral oil and a dash of wood glue flooded back an array of memories as the door closed behind her. Late evenings with Papaw polishing the brass instruments, early mornings restocking the sheet books with Mamaw and even the holiday rushes. The memories were as fond as they were painfully raw as they gnawed at her aching chest.

Could she truly give all of this up?

“I'm sorry Mamaw and Papaw.” She sighed, stepping into the back hallway.

Running a hand along the wall she flipped on the lights in the back hallway and tossed her belongings in the back office. The shop had been closed abruptly not long after her Grandpa was diagnosed with COPD leaving a layer of dust to slowly settle. Within 6 months her Grandma also passed from what the doctors called a broken heart. Andy wouldn't have believed that was a true diagnosis until she saw it happen in real time. It was as if the fire within Mamaw's soul was snuffed out leaving only sorrowful embers.

Andy walked the showroom floor like a specter haunting hallowed halls, running a hand along the instruments. A thin layer of dust had settled in what had felt like such a short amount of time. The shop was once a bustling part of downtown Másca Valley hosting weekly open mic nights and even some birthday parties. During the town's Harvest Festival a stage would be set up right in front of the shop and used as a green room of sorts for the performers. Andy had met up and coming musicians who would book the festival as part of their Nationwide summer tours. Through her years of working as part of the stage crew she had built a reputation which followed her to Nashville.

After applying to multiple colleges for music there was just something special about Nashville. Andy had lived on the West Coast and toured a few colleges in LA but she wanted to gain some independence and growth as a young adult. New York City seemed far too overwhelming while Nashville had a more family oriented feeling. While it was known for country music, Andy had been exposed to all types of shows, venues and record labels during her college years. In the end she had earned an internship and became a songwriter for a notable recording studio.

Over the last 5 years most of her time was spent being a glorified assistant to the lead writer, buying overpriced coffee and taking his dog to the groomers. Just as she was starting to gain her boss's attention and respect her life had gone up in flames. Soon after her Grandpa died her partner decided to end their relationship. Once Grandma died, the Sachs family needed her and so too had the music shop. The request to work remotely had been granted but only for 3 months. Once the time was up she would have to either quit her job and stay in Másca Valley, giving up a decade of hard work or return to Nashville. Andy was determined to make her writing career a success even if it meant truly ending the chapter of her life in her hometown.

“Stop pushing me!” A young voice cried as another was quick to interrupt.

“I'm not pushing you! You're just a slowpoke!”

Andy huffed with a tinge of annoyance as she placed an empty box on the office desk. Surely she had locked the door behind her earlier. Exiting the back hallway she glanced at the front windows where a bright neon open sign was illuminated. Grunting, she flipped the switches on the wall, causing the sign to flicker off. Inspecting the shop, she spotted two red headed girls in the back, inspecting the guitar straps.

“Hey girls, sorry for the mix-up but we're actually not open.” Andy called, causing both girls to startled at her presence. “Cassidy? Caroline?” She asked, remembering those big blue eyes and bright red hair.

“Andy?” Caroline, at least she thought it was, leapt forward wrapping her arms around Andy's midsection. “Where did you go?”

“Yeah! We missed you!” Cassidy joined her sister, hugging Andy tightly.

“You've both grown up so much!” Andy beamed, returning the hug fondly. “How have you been?”

“I started playing the cello!” Cassidy beamed.

“The cello is boring. I started playing guitar.” Caroline groaned and pointed to a specific guitar on the back wall. “That's what I got for Christmas. It's acoustic which is alright I guess but I want an electric one so I can be a rockstar!”

“Oh, you want to be a rockstar?” Andy chuckled.

“Mom says I can't get one though because it's for degenerates and heathens.” Andy couldn't help but smirk at that comment from their Mother.

“I pay you to complete a simple task and yet you continue to disappoint me.”

Speak of the devil.

Miranda Priestly was a powerhouse. She was as stylish as she was ruthless yet she never raised her voice. She was cool, calm and calculated in every aspect of her life, unlike her rambunctious and excitable twins. As they bounded across the store Andy caught a precariously positioned box of clarinet reeds, placing it back into the shelf properly. Their Mother, pulled a clutch from her purse as she hissed her final two words into the phone.

“That's all.” Miranda didn't bother to end the call with a socially acceptable farewell, choosing to slide her phone back into her purse. “The girls require a renewal of their monthly lessons. I believe another year's worth should suffice.”

“Unfortunately, we're not offering lessons anymore.” Andy advised, causing Miranda to snap her gaze forward.

“Andréa?” Miranda whispered as their eyes met for the first time in 2 years.

“But that other music shop sucks! Colin is a total noob!” Caroline huffed as her twin nodded in agreement.

“I'm sorry but the shop isn't technically even open any longer. I accidentally turned on the sign earlier when I came in to start packing up.” Andy gestured to the now darkened open sign. “I live across the country and now that my grandparents are gone, I can't keep the store open.”

“Girls, please go wait in the car while I have a discussion with Andréa.” Miranda tapped on her key fob as a silver SUV started outside.

“Bye, Andy.” Caroline waved while walking to the front door.

“Yeah, bye.” Cassidy too gave a half hearted wave before the door jingled behind them.

“Firstly, my family and I wish to extend our condolences to you and your family. The girls adored your Grandparents as if they were their own.”

“I'm sorry I didn't say much at their funerals. There was so much going on and I just-”

“This is quite a disconcerting time for you.”

“Part of me wants to keep the shop open but I'm worried I couldn't handle being a business owner and my writing career.”

“As a business owner myself your concerns are warranted. The first few years after the girls were born were my most difficult. I refused to sacrifice my time with the girls yet I couldn't let my hard work go to waste.”

“I've got a few months to figure it out before I'm due back in Nashville.”

“The girls insist on listening to the song you had written. Surely they've bolstered that artist's streaming numbers by the thousands on their own accord.”

“Tell them thanks but I only have a writing credit on it because I wrote the vocal melody.”

“Do not discredit yourself, Andréa, it is rather unbecoming of you.”

“Fine, fine I wrote a song that charted.”

“Now was that so difficult?” Miranda smirked. “While I understand the store itself will no longer be providing lessons I wish to hire you personally. The music establishment in Franklin, though it does not deserve such a title, has provided unsatisfactory lessons. I refuse to allow my girls to receive anything but the best.”

Andy glanced out of the front window to the idling silver SUV. The Priestly Twins had grown on her three years ago when she had helped out with the Elementary schools Christmas production. They were only 9 at the time and had managed to get lead roles, something which made the youngest twin Cassidy quite anxious. While she was meant to help only on the music side of the production she ended up helping the girls run lines. Most of the parents and even the show's director were nervous about them due to their Mother's presence.

Miranda, while intimidating, was also a caring Mother, something which Andy had learned with her time assisting the twins. Andy and Miranda had developed a mutual respect for one another though it never quite became a friendship. The twins insisted on keeping in contact via social media through their Mother's account. Andy was startled when she received the first of many messages from ‘Miranda’. On occasion the message would be from the older woman though more often than not it was her daughters.

After her grandparents passed and partner left her with an overpriced apartment and a dead succulent, she slowly stopped replying to their messages. It wasn't intentional but she worried how that hurt their feelings. She half expected to hide in the back of the shop or the upstairs apartment and pay some burly individuals to pack up the entire shop as she wallowed. Life never seemed to workout how she intended and it seemed closing the shop wouldn't be as easy as she hoped. The Priestly Twins always seemed to have a way to change her heart, even if she hadn't wished they could. She blamed those bright blue eyes and cute freckled noses.

“I have to leave town in 3 months.”

“The talent showcase happens to be within that timeline.” She challenged, curling an eyebrow in inquiry.

“I still have to continue my day job and close up here.”

“We shall abide by not only your schedule but your professional rates as well. I do believe 100 an hour should suffice. Though if your rates are higher I will oblige.”

“Miranda, that's way too much. I'm willing to do it for free.”

“Don't be foolish, Andréa. You are a professionally trained and accredited musician. I will pay you an optimal rate.”

“Fine 50 an hour but-”

“Per child.”

“Miranda really you don't have to-”

“75 an hour.”

“Fine! 50 an hour, per child. I won't accept any more than that. I feel bad enough taking that from you.”

“I am glad we've come to acceptable terms, Andréa.” Miranda pulled a business card from her purse. “This is my personal cell phone number. Call me and advise of your availability.” She turned on her presumably expensive heels and opened the front door.

“Will I ever get you to call me, Andy?” She called out as Miranda slid on a pair of dark sunglasses.

“Why would I ever do such a thing?”

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The following evening Andy pulled up to the buzzer for the Priestly Estate, finger hovering over the call button. She understood that Miranda had made an exuberant amount of money but this felt a bit excessive. After a successful career within the Fashion Industry she moved her focus to a winery which had been an International name. It seemed anything Miranda had put her time and efforts into would truly become a success.

“Please state your business.” A man called over the intercom, though Andy didn't remember ever pressing the button.

“Oh, uhm hello I'm Andy. Andy Sachs. I'm here to give the twins their music lesson.” She advised and after a short pause the front gates opened.

The driveway leading to the main home was lined with plump grapes upon the vine. Iron lamp posts dotted between the rows as the driveway rounded a large bend. A Mediterranean inspired home overlooked the multiple acres of vineyard and rolling distant mountains. Parking in what she hoped was the proper place she exited her vehicle and walked towards the front door. Well, she wasn't entirely sure that was the front door either but this entrance looked more ornate than the other on the opposing side of the four car garage.

Marble columns lead to the ornate archway encompassing the large front door. Wrought iron grapes and vines twisted and curled over the stained glass as Andy approached with her duffle bag in hand. Raising a fist to knock she startled back as a figure appeared behind the glass. A woman with an uptight bun and freshly pressed uniform opened the door with a bright smile.

“Good evening Miss Sachs, the girls are upstairs in the music room.” She stepped to the gesturing Andy indoors. “My name is Cara and I'm the girl's Nanny. Miranda is currently in the Cellars but advised she will return shortly. If you'd please follow me.”

“Oh, wow.” Andy's eyes grew wide as the winding stone staircase lined with the same iron cast design as the front door.

The ceilings reached high onto the second floor which had an overlooking balcony. Glancing down at her worn sneakers she debated on slipping them off or keeping them on. She wasn't sure how Miranda would feel about having mud stains on her floors. Heaven forbid if this house had white carpets to match the marble stonework. 

“This house is absolutely stunning.” Andy gilded her hand over the railing overlooking the living room and foyer.

“I've worked for Miranda since the twins were born back when they lived in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Their Townhome was of equal excellence in architecture and interior design.”

“Oh, so you're from New York?”

“Technically I was born in New Jersey but yes I was living in New York before relocating for the Priestly family.”

“Must be quite the change from the big city to the mountains of California.” Andy said as they entered the music room.

“Yes it is much-” Cara jumped as one of the twins leapt from behind the door, startling the older woman. “-quieter.”

“Oh shit, I mean shoot Cara I'm sorry I thought you were Andy. Please don't tell, Mom!” One of the twins begged as the other cackled from behind an electric drum kit. “It was all Caroline's idea!”

“Hey!” The eldest barked, storming over to her sister. “I said you should scare Andy. It's not my fault you didn't double check who was coming down the hallway.”

“Girls, might I suggest we not startle anyone?” Cara suggested, patting their shoulders. “I understand accidents happen but let's not make a habit out of it. My heart can only handle so much.”

“Sorry, Cara.” They called in unison before the Nanny took her leave.

“I see nothing has changed with you two rascals.” Andy said, placing her bag onto a nearby coffee table.

“We wanted to hear that girly squeal again.” Caroline giggled.

“Yeah, that was pretty funny on opening night.” Cassidy added with an equally nefarious smile.

“You'll both have to try better next time to get me. That was a one time ordeal.”

“Bet.” They said in unison.

“Alright, which one of you wants to go first?”

The Priestly Twins were naturally gifted in the art of music. Becoming a musician while being a skill that can be learned also can be an innate ambition. Both had a desire to learn and create, something Andy assumed was inherited from their naturally creative Mother. Caroline was the most confident of the twins while Cassidy was more light-hearted. Neither was timid but the eldest twin was the one who most often took the leadership role between the two.

The session started with Caroline on the guitar and Andy guiding her through the chords and vocal melody. The original song was played on an electric guitar yet Miranda refused to let one in the house. Thankfully the song translated well from electric to acoustic since it was strictly chords and no melodic lead guitar. To this day Andy never quite understood her distaste for electric guitars and their connection to ‘delinquents.’ Andy played the electric guitar all throughout high-school and even played in a local band during her high school days. While the band itself never quite went anywhere more than a few shows in Sacramento, the experience hadn't tainted her in any way.

The eldest left the room the moment her lesson was over claiming the ‘negative aura’ of the cello. The pre-teens use of slang never made her feel more ancient than now. Cassidy had gained an interest in the cello after hearing it played on one of her favorites TV series. She had played the violin for a few years beforehand but her new favorite show had influenced her tremendously. The Gothic themes and violence of the show while a bit mature for a 12 year old, the youngest had grown to enjoy the macabre. Andy knew all too well the angst and overdramatics of becoming a pre-teen. She only hoped that Cassidy would learn how to properly apply eye-liner and stay away from social media unlike Andy's bout of teen angst at the rise of scene culture.

“Bravo, bravissimo, well done, my Bobbsey.” Miranda clapped softly from the doorway as Cassidy placed the cello onto the stand.

“Thank you, thank you.” She bowed dramatically. “I can't do the slurs very well. The fluttering not like bad words.”

“Yeah, it was alright.” Caroline crossed her arms tightly at her chest. “Anyways, Mom, do you want to hear my song?”

“Of course.”

Caroline plucked the guitar from the stand, throwing the strap excitedly around her neck.

“Andy, can you play too and sing it? I can't do both yet.”

“You're already showing amazing progress Caroline. You'll get it down in no time.” Andy joined her on a nearby stool and balanced the other guitar on her leg. “And 1, 2 and a 1, 2, 3, 4.”

Andy called out the first few chords as Caroline gained the confidence to play in front of her Mother. Miranda had this piercing scrutinizing gaze that while helpful in a professional setting, was not well received in any other situations. Yet in this moment those harsh blue eyes weren't filled with judgement and unattainable expectations but the warmth of a proud Mother.

The song Caroline had chosen was one of heartbreak. Something Andy had questioned if the pre-teen had even experienced. It was a subject Andy had only recently dealt with after her partner decided to end a 2 year relationship. The lyrics were bittersweet yet cathartic as the first few words tumbled from her lips. Andy met Nat at a coffee shop in Nashville while grabbing yet another latte for her demanding boss. Their hands bumped as they both reached for the iced latte causing the drink to topple off the edge. Both apologized in quick succession as the drink spilled on Nat’s bag which Andy found out later was her knife set. While a cute way to meet a stranger the exhausted barista was far from delighted at their antics.

The two parted ways yet whether it be fate or coincidence met again at a bar a few weeks later. They hit it off almost instantly and over a row or two of rainbow shots they ended the evening in Andy's bed. From that evening began a whirlwind romance of stolen late nights in tousled sweat stricken sheets. Nat was a Chef at a high scale restaurant which caused her to work long hours. The calls would come at her convenience, Andy's schedule be damned, at all hours of the day and night. Their time together always ended the same tangle up in the bliss of one another.

Weeks transitioned to months as the two of them would meet for a few hours just to depart that same evening. There were no slow mornings after an evening of love making. It was strictly sexual, something Andy needed at the time. Nat agreed and the two of them never went on dates or were never seen in public together. This was what worked for them both and yet in the end Andy caught feelings for the aloof Sous Chef.

Nat continued their evening together for another 6 months until Andy finally couldn't handle it any longer. She blurted it out in the middle of sex which resulted in nearly an hour long crying session. To this day that was one of the best cries she had ever had. Andy was insecure in not only her job but their relationship. Though they never clearly defined it as such. It was Nat who suggested they give it a try. Maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss that Andy provided or maybe even guilt for stringing Andy along for so long.

They were partners, spending evenings together and even going on dates every so often. They would go for long drives and romantic picnics or rent a cabin and spend the evening making love under the stars. Andy had been swept off her feet but hadn't realized the ground that was crumbling beneath her. It wasn't until Andy had suggested going to a music festival together that she realized a common theme of their time spent together. Every date was an excursion with just the two of them. They had never been seen in public as a couple.

Andy was heartbroken and the look in Nat's eyes said it all. She was ashamed to be seen in public with another woman. They ended the relationship that evening just shy of 2 years of being together. Most of that time was sleeping together in a weird situationship but it was exclusive and that counted for something. Or so Andy thought.

Ashton worked as a Bartender at Nat's job and during the two years was also sleeping with her. Andy was furious the first time she saw them together in public. Of course it was at the Music festival Andy invited Nat too only a few short weeks before. Their conversation while heated ended with Nat's tongue in Andy's mouth. To this day she regretted that moment yet was weakened by heartbreak and overpriced alcohol. Ashton for his part took it in stride and suggested the three of them go back to his place. Andy, impolitely declined, tossing her drink in his face and being asked to leave the event. Her boss was not thrilled by that altercation.

It was a blessing and a curse for the relationship to end because too soon after her grandparents passed. It had been far too much and Andy decided to take some time off to grieve and attend to the business. The past 6 months were a whirlwind and Andy let the emotions flow. Everything from the betrayal of Nat to losing her beloved grandparents burst through the surface. Caroline had long stopped playing along, watching in awe as Andy performed the song with such a raw aching energy. Miranda and Cassidy remained silent long after the final lyrics were muttered. The eldest twin clapped boisterously pulling Andy from the emotional turmoil and to an embarrassment that lit her cheeks ablaze.

“Andy, that was so good! I want to be as good as you!” Caroline beamed as Andy gently placed the guitar back onto the stand. “How did you even learn the song so quickly? Mom, can you believe she sang it and played with her eyes closed!”

“That is why she is a professional.” Miranda advised, pushing herself off the door jam and stepping into the room. “Bobbsey's why don't you go downstairs and see if dinner is ready? I have some logistics to discuss with Andréa.”

“On it!” Cassidy ran down the hallway as her sister bustled behind.

“Not if I get down there first!”

The twins' steps thundered down the hallway and to the spiral stone stairs, reverberating in the open floorplan of the downstairs. Once they were alone Miranda closed the door and sat on the stool next to Andy. The younger woman couldn't meet her gaze, hoping not to discuss what had just happened. Miranda for her part didn't say a word. They sat in a drawn out silence for what could have been seconds to minutes, Andy wasn't quite sure. Drawing in a steadying breath she turned to Miranda whose hands were crossed in her lap.

“That was unprofessional of me to have an outburst like that. I've just been through a lot over the past 6 months.” Andy said, mulling her teeth over her bottom lip.

“My concern was more so with the lyrical content than their performance. I will need to monitor my child's listening habits as I don't condone terms such as, ‘Sexually explicit kind of love affair’. That is not age appropriate.”

“Honestly, the songs I listened to were far more explicit in the 2000s but I didn't understand the context behind the lyrics. They sounded fun and were catchy.”

“The art of subtlety is lost on the younger generations.” Miranda rolled her eyes causing Andy to finally smile.

“You make yourself sound geriatric when you're maybe a decade older than me.”

“I shall thank my Esthetician for her optimal advice on my skincare regimen.” Miranda stated rather matter of factly.

“I'll go ahead and get out of your hair now.” Andy scooped her bag from the table before tossing it over her shoulder. “I'll be available next Thursday for the girls' lesson.”

“Call or text anytime.”

Andy had spent a few weeks with the Priestly twins on the lead up to the Christmas recital 3 years ago. Their relationship had grown from a mentorship to a trusted relationship. Andy had provided guidance and support not only professionally but personally evolving their connection to one another. She truly cared for those little scamps as if they were her own family. She only hoped that they wouldn't be too upset when she left for Nashville for the final time. Her life in the Másca Valley was coming to a close and it was time to truly start a new chapter in life.

“Andréa.” Miranda called, causing Andy to pause just beyond the doorway.

“Yes, Miranda?” She asked, shifting the weight of her bag onto the other shoulder.

“Have a good evening.”

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Andy flipped closed the lock as the store manager Sydney, and 1st cousin, tossed her umbrella behind the counter. The rain had started the previous evening sending a wave of worry over the town. With the 4th of July celebration scheduled for tonight the hope for a celebration was quickly dwindling. The local fire department had given the green light for the event but if the rain became a thunderstorm then the event would be canceled. 

It had been well over a decade since Andy had attended the event. Every year there would be food vendors lining the pathways in the park and the splash pad filled with children. Some people would pick their spot as soon as the park opened and make it a full day's experience. Between the food vendors and public restrooms one could spend the entire day in relative comfort and fun.

The 4th was one of the days where the Music Maven closed early. Andy would spend the morning working at the shop before hopping in the back of Papaw's truck with her cousins. With an 8 foot bed, a pile of sleeping bags and a cooler full of drinks they'd spend the evening watching the fireworks. The party never ended at the park though and the family would end up around a bonfire in Andy's parents backyard. The 4th of July party was where Papaw had given Andy her first beer, which was promptly split back out. Those parties as a teen were some of her fondest memories.

“Where do you need me, Andy?” Sydney inquired.

“Oh uhm I wanted to talk about the Harvest Festival first. We're still going to be the green room for the stage. But once the evening is done we will be officially closed.”

“Sounds like a plan. Are we packing up the instruments and equipment now? Where's it all gonna go?”

“I want to sell as much of it as possible but if we can donate some things too I'd love that. The other music shop in Franklin has been calling and emailing about buying some stuff as well.”

“We've got some old sale signs in the back. The ones with the interchange numbers. Can always start at like 30% off?”

“Is that fine? Like is it enough but not too much?”

“Andy, that's up to you.”

“But what if I don't know? What if I feel like this isn't enough? What if we don't sell enough of it in time? What if we don't donate enough to the local school? What if-”

“Andy.” Sydney clasped her shoulders firmly. “Take a breath. Relax. We've got this. Mamaw and Papaw wouldn't have signed this place over to you if they didn't know you'd do their legacy and the community right.”

“Okay. Yes. We've got this. Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“You sound like an HR manager trying to ‘boost employee morale.’” Sydney squeezed her shoulders one more time before stepping towards the back hallway. “Let's start with 30% for like 2 weeks then go to 50% and 70% in the final two weeks. Whatever you want to donate or mark down or giveaway is up to you. I call dibs on that Warwick Corvette though. I swear to God if you sell it.”

“Take whatever your band needs from the store. If anyone wants to buy it, I'll give them a discount otherwise I'll write it as a donation.”

“Hell yeah!” She shouted from the backroom.

By Monday the sale would begin at the store signaling the beginning of the end for the Music Maven. Sydney, while only 17, had been the most level headed of the two. Andy couldn't help but she'd a few years as she placed the sale stickers on the racks and shelves. The sun had begun to set by the time they had labeled every item in the store. Andy's parents had set up a spot for the family and sent her a photo of their location. Rolling her eyes at the poor quality photo she found a parking spot along the roadway and began the trek.

Families huddled around their picnic blankets and lawn chairs while others sat on their tailgates. Children with water pistols giggled and cried as the scent of fried food filled the air. Part of her missed being surrounded by her hometown community. Friends from school gave small waves as they wrangled their young children. Retired teachers smiled in acknowledgment as she passed. There was always a friendly face, a familiarity to returning to Másca Valley.

“Andy! Andy!” Two twin voices chimed in unison, drawing her attention to a nearby SUV.

“Heya girls! Are you enjoying the festivities?” Andy asked, stepping into the dewy grass.

“They've barely even started! We got some cotton candy though!” Caroline beamed, thrusting the half eaten sugary mess in triumph.

“Yeah! Mom said we could have some but only if we passed our Math tests!” Cassidy followed her sisters action, nearly dropping the bag in the process.

“Ope. Careful there.” Andy saved the bag from tipping forward.

“Bobbsey's, what have I told you about talking to strangers? Oh-” Miranda rounded the SUV, flashing an uncharacteristic smile. “Hello, Andréa.”

“Hey, Miranda. You're looking fashionably festive.” Andy pointed to the red, white and blue scarf tied around her neck.

“Yes, well mustn't we be proud of our nation during the anniversary of her birth?” Miranda ran her fingers along the silk resting along her collarbones.

“Do you want to watch the fireworks with us?” Cassidy asked, plopping into a foldable camping chair.

“Cara came here super early so we could get the best seats!” Caroline nodded towards the expansive view of the riverfront.

“Oh my god, Andy there you are!” Sydney wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I've been trying to find you for ages!”

“I was on my way over but the picture I got wasn't really the best quality.” Andy chuckled, leaning onto her cousin.

“Where are my manners? Sorry to interrupt. My name's Sydney.” She offered her hand which the twins looked at in distaste.

“Miranda Priestly.” Miranda advised, shaking the offered hand.

“Lovely to meet you all.”

“I'll be over in a bit alright? Save me a seat.”

“I'll crack a cold one while I wait.” She winked, ducking out of Andy's grasp and towards her Fathers truck.

“You better not!” Andy called over her shoulder.

“Let us not keep you, Andréa. Girls, why don't you set the table?”

“But, Mom!” The twins cried in unison.

“Oh, uhm I can go then. I probably have to keep my cousin out of the beer anyways.”

“Cousin?” Caroline inquired.

“Yeah, Sydney. She's helping me pack up the store over the next few months.”

“Oh, that's a relief!” Cassidy sighed, earning a hushed whisper from her twin.

“What's a relief?” Andy asked. 

“That's she's-”

“That she's helping you pack!” Caroline interjected. “She seems cool. Does she want to watch the fireworks with us?”

“My family has a spot over there by that Green Truck.” Andy pointed to her cousin and Mom by her Dad's truck. “I know you girls picked the best spot but if you wanna join us there's plenty of space.” She glanced at their Mother with a pointed look. “That is if your Mom's okay with that.”

“Are there kids our age?” Caroline asked, peeking around the SUV.

“Some a little older, some a little younger but close enough to play with.”

“Can we please, Mom?” “Please, Mom! Please!”

“Sorry to put you on the spot, Miranda.” Andy flashed a shy smile.

“That's…quite alright, Andréa. I've been encouraging the girls to make more friends. Why don't you girls go with Andréa while I load the folding table into the SUV?”

“I'll come back and help after they're settled with my Mom.” Andy said, offering a hand to each girl. “You've already met Sydney but you'll be closer in age to her sister Sam.”

As Andy had anticipated the girls bonded quickly with Sam and her other younger cousins. Once they were settled Andy excused herself to help Miranda pack up the SUV. To her surprise everything but the folding table had been loaded into the vehicle. Three folding chairs rested against the SUV while a picnic basket was on the backseat. Miranda brushed a stray forelock from her forehead as she bent over to release the table lock. It wasn't lost on Andy how attractive Miranda was. Within the Másca Valley she stood out like a Hollywood actress. Her fashion sense was well above the Old Navy and Target clothes that dotted the surrounding park. 

From the natural beauty to the undeniable air of confidence, she drew in those who dared to come too close. While most were intimated by her, Andy had seen behind the veiled persona that was Miranda Priestly. She had seen a glimpse of the caring Mother. Of the business woman juggling a family and thriving career. Not many had been able to see the real Miranda and many were too afraid to try.

“The event shall start soon.” Miranda advised before hosting the table into the SUV with surprising ease."

“Well I came over to help but it seems you've got everything taken care of.”

“You can gather the chairs.” Miranda nodded to the chairs while closing the back of the SUV.

The girls chased Andy's younger cousins as the older kids sat in the back of the truck bed. Their family was spread out over a few spaces, which kept to the tradition. The adults sat around the coolers in their fold out chairs, waving to Andy as they approached. Andy hiked the chairs off her shoulder, opening one for Miranda and then taking the empty one from beside her Dad. The twins chairs were placed next to the other kids, but they were far too busy to settle down.

“Mom, Dad this is Miranda Priestly. She's Caroline and Cassidy's Mom.” Andy gestured to Miranda who offered her hand to both of them. “Miranda this is my Mom Susan and Dad Richard.”

“Grab a cold one. We've got plenty.” Richard nodded to a nearby blue cooler."

“Thank you, Mr Sachs.”

“Oh, no none of that. Call me Rich.”

“You have beautiful twins Miranda. They have wonderful manners.” Susan smiled warmly at the group of giggling children.

“Truly they are my pride.” Miranda sat in the chair next to Andy who cracked open a cold beer.

“Just one and then I'm done for the evening, Dad. I drove.”

“We've got some burgers and dogs on the grill, go make yourself some food.”

“Do you want anything, Miranda? I can make some plates for the kids, uhm twins?”

“Let me assist you.” Miranda followed Andy to the roaring grill.

Uncle Michael, Sydney and Sam's Father, was the family's grill master. He owned a local steakhouse which had earned quite a reputation amongst the locals and even renowned food critics. Uncle Mike, he hated being called Michael, could cook just enough any sort of meat to perfection. To this day Andy could still remember when his eldest had announced at Christmas she was a vegetarian. This year there had been two grills set up, one for meats and another for vegetables. After a heated debate and a tense Christmas meal she had worn him down.

“Miranda, this is my Uncle Mike. He can cook just about anything.”

“We're acquainted. I always remember our frequent customers. 1 medium rare steak with smashed potatoes, a baked potato and asparagus.”

“Good evening.” Miranda greeted as he flipped over a burger on the grill.

“I don't have any steaks for you but I do have some burgers.”

“I trust your judgment, Michael.”

“You really don't like nicknames, do you Miranda?” Andy chuckled, picking up 4 plates and handing two to Miranda.

“I do not.”

“We've got some potato salad, without raisins because we're not hooligans, baked beans with and without bacon, corn on the cob with and without paprika, coleslaw, pasta salad, every kind of chips and dip, deviled eggs and some salad without cheese but it can be added. Are the girls picky about their food? Any food allergies?”

“No to both of your inquiries.”

“Oh boy, they're eating good tonight! We Sachs love a hearty meal!”

Andy had made not only herself but Miranda's plate as she had one for each of the twins. A set of folding tables had been set up for the kids and as well as Miranda and Andy's chairs. The girls dove into the meal and had half of their burgers devoured by the time their Mother sat down. While her children were mature and well mannered Andy had expected them to eat the finger foods, well with their fingers. With Miranda on the other hand, Andy anticipated for her to delicately cut the corn from the cob and maybe lay a napkin in her lap.

Only the later was correct but the former was fascinating to Andy. How Miranda could manage to eat corn on the cob elegantly was simply another one of her fascinating quirks. The burger, topped with lettuce, tomato and onion was just as graceful, leaving only a smudge of ketchup along her pink bottom lip.

“Andréa, must you stare?” Miranda asked, poking her tongue out to lick her lip.

“What? Oh, sorry I just…don't take this the wrong way but you don't seem like the ‘eat with your hands at a cookout’ type of person.”

“Had we met 5 years ago, I would agree.” She dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “I wouldn't be caught dead at such an event. Though my girls had insisted on attending once we had settled in the Másca Valley.”

“Well, I'm glad you guys decided to join us.”

The sun slowly crawled beneath the horizon and blankets laid within the grass. The twins and younger cousins had cuddled in the back of the truck with Sydney and the older kids while the adults remained in their fold-out chairs. Most of the evening was spent catching up with family and guiding children to the restrooms. The littles knew to approach a trusted adult even if they weren't necessarily the child's parent. At one point Andy's cousin Liliana tugged at Miranda's hand and requested the ‘potty’. While Andy was quick to interject Miranda waved off her concern and followed the 4 year old to the restroom.

As they returned the girl rested on Miranda's cocked hip, snuggling into her shoulder. Lily's Mother, Rachael scooped her daughter into her arms thanking Miranda for the assistance.

“Truly not a bother.” Miranda reassured, returning to her seat beside Andy.

“Thank you, Miranda. She's had a hard time with Lily's Dad being overseas.”

“While my girls' Father is present in their lives I have raised them on my own for a number of years. Without Cara I question if I could ever raise them on my own.”

“I've never seen Lily be so comfortable with a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger but you get what I mean.”

“At times I miss when they were so small. One moment I had a baby in each arm and the next two tweens.”

“You did good, Miranda.” Andy gave her hand a quick squeeze.

“Thank you.” She whispered, returning the gesture.

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!” The announcers called over the speakers, his voice echoing through the park. “Please enjoy our Independence Day Extravaganza!”

The first firework whizzed high into the sky, scattering with an array of red sparkles. The younger children screamed in delight as the twins rushed to their seats. With a twin on each side Miranda brushed a hand through their ginger hair. The faintest smile, one that could be easily missed, tugged at Miranda's lips causing one to appear upon Andy's. While most saw the successful and career driven woman she got a glimpse of the woman behind it all. Of the caring and dedicated Mother with fireworks sparking in her steel blue eyes.

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“Thank you for calling The Music Maven, this is Andy, how can I help you?” Andy said, balancing the phone on her shoulder while sliding an updated price sheet into the display.

“Andy Sachs?” The voice inquired. 

“This is she.”

“Hey Andy this is Jamie the owner of The Right Note over in Franklin.”

“Oh, hello Jamie. Sorry I've been meaning to return your call but things have been a bit hectic.” Andy lied upon the former.

“I can understand that. Sorry about your Grandparents. Anyways, about my email. I want to buy out your inventory. Let's say at a 50% discount and I'll send over a box truck.”

“Thank you for your…generous offer Jamie but I wanted to sell to the community first and donate to the local schools before selling to other companies.”

“Ever the generous souls you Sachs.” Jamie chuckled as Andy's fist tightened around the phone receiver. “How about a 60% discount and I'll even have my employees load the truck? You and your…employee won't have to lift a finger and you can get the shop closed in time for Labor Day.”

“We're not interested at this time.” Andy advised as the alarm on her smart watch beeped.

“It's quite a generous offer, Andy.”

“Thanks but no thanks Jamie I really do have to go.”

“Just think about it and we will chat later this week.”

“Yeah, sure bye.” Andy dismissed the blaring alarm before slamming the phone onto the cradle. “Freaking vultures!”

“Was that Jamie again?” Sydney inquired from the guitar backwall.

“Yes. Can you lock up? I didn't realize how late it was and I've got the lesson with the girls.”

“You're too nice to Jamie. Just tell him to fuck off next time.”

“I'll let you answer the phones from now on.” Andy ducked into the back office to retrieve her car keys.

“Can I please tell him to fuck off for real?”

“You do you boo! I'm not on the clock now.” She called out exiting the shop with a jingle of the bell behind her.

The Priestly Twins had made immense progress in only a few short weeks. After two lessons Caroline had started to hum along as she played while Cassidy had begun to explore vibrato. It seemed the Priestly women had a natural ability to master whatever skill they had set their mind to. Some people are born with an innate talent for music, Andy had rhythm from an early age and an ear for pitch. The twins were quick to learn and even quicker to mastery. Andy knew by the time of the talent exhibition they would wow the entire audience.

“Good job, girls.” Andy squeezed each of their shoulders.

“Thanks, Andy!” “Yeah, thanks!”

“Bobbsey's, it's time to go.” Miranda advised, leaning into the doorframe of the music room. “Cara is waiting with your bags in the foyer.”

“Bye Mom, love you!” “Love you mom!”

The girls gave their Mother a quick hug as they dashed out of the room. They had been excited for their trip with their Grandma on their Fathers side. While their Father still lived in New York his parents had retired to Malibu. The girls were excited to visit and spend a week in LA and even visit Disneyland. Most of their lesson today was the girls telling Andy all about which coasters they planned to ride now that they were 12 and not ‘little kids.’ She was happy for them, truly she was but her mind had been preoccupied with the phone call earlier in the day with Jamie. Maybe selling the equipment to him would profit the business better. Andy could get the store closed faster and be back in Nashville.

“Andréa I do not mean to pry but is something troubling you?” Miranda inquired as Andy zipped up her duffle bag.

“Mamaw always said my expressive eyes were my best and worst quality. It meant I could never lie but also am far too easy to read.” Andy sighed, worrying her teeth along her bottom lip.

“We don't have to discuss anything you do not wish.”

“I don't want to bother you. You're probably super busy.”

“Perks of being the owner is I make my own schedule. I am never late and arrive when I deem it time to do so.” Miranda gestured to a black leather couch, which they both sat on opposing sides of. “Now, whatever is troubling you?”

“Jamie the Owner of The Right Note.” Andy began as Miranda pursed her lips.

“I am begrudgingly familiar.”

“Ever since I became the owner of the Music Maven he's been emailing and calling every few days to buy out our stock.”

“Have you advised him you're interested in doing so?”

“No. He's been pushy and I've been sort of ignoring him. I don't have time to deal with other people on top of running the shop, giving lessons, which I am perfectly fine with doing so and also continuing to do my actual job as a songwriter.”

“Does your company not have bereavement pay?”

“They do but when Papaw, sorry my Grandpa died, I had used some of that for his funeral. Then Mamaw I mean-”

“Andréa, use whichever terms of endearment you are comfortable with.” Miranda interrupted. “Do not adjust your vernacular to appease me.”

“Essentially my company had just enough for both of their funerals but not much else because they don't consider Grandparents to be immediate family. I managed to get 3 months of remote work while I finalized the store closure and the sale of the building.” Andy rubbed her hands over her face in frustration. “I'm working essentially 3 jobs with very little help and I feel like no matter what I do it'll never be good enough. Is selling the store the right move or should I just retain ownership and hire a general manager? Sydney is only 17 and has her life ahead of her. I can't ask that of her but I've got my life in Nashville and I can't give up on my dreams either. I just…I don't want to let anyone down.

Andy felt a stray tear streak down her cheek as she sniffled. She didn't want to cry. She had cried enough in the past 6 months between losing her grandparents and partner of 2 years. The conflict of selling the store or keeping her Grandparents legacy alive weighed heavy on her chest. Every waking moment she wanted to make them proud. To make herself proud and become the musician, the woman she always felt she was meant to be. But now everything felt heavy.

“For a number of years I had felt a similar pressure. I grew up very poor. Most nights we went to bed hungry and I had to learn how to sew my own clothes.” Miranda held her hand up as Andy's lips parted in apology. “I will not accept pity. Growing up in such conditions fueled the desire to escape the squalor of the Lower East End of London. I spent years saving every pence and pound I could for a one way ticket to Paris. I worked as a seamstress for a few years for a lowly fashion house and made a name for myself. Over the decades I had reinvented myself, grown into the woman you see today. Even after achieving everything I often wonder if -- well let us not dwell on such matters."

Miranda paused, folding her hands in her lap. “I became the Editor of Runway US after marrying the twins Father. Shortly thereafter I became pregnant with the twins. Gregory and I never planned to have children. I was 37 when he discovered the multitude of positive tests on the bathroom counter. Our plan had suddenly changed and I had to bear a high risk pregnancy while managing a struggling magazine. Everything was on the line and I had focused on the girls and Runway. After they were born or possibly even beforehand my marriage had fallen apart. By the twins' 4th birthday I was divorced for the first time.”

Miranda ruefully chuckled before continuing. “Once the girls started school and I didn't need to worry about a failing marriage, my sole focus became Runway. I was now a single Mother and the magazine was our sole source of income. I was given the Townhouse in the divorce settlement after Gregory admitted to his infidelity. My girls deserved nothing but the best and I would make sure they never knew what true suffering was. They'd never have to work until their fingers bled for scraps. They would know true and unconditional love and happiness. I worked long days and nights which had skyrocketed Runway to being the number one media source for Fashion. My vision, my decree had become infamous in more ways than one. While some worshiped my talent others sought to defy it.”

“But how did you get here? How did you go from being a fashion maven to running a winery?”

“Andréa, we will get there in due time.” Miranda patted Andy's thigh fondly. “The CEO of Elias Clarke at the time tried on more than one occasion to oust me. He was a misogynist and had this notion that as an unmarried woman I couldn't juggle being a leader and Mother. While I did not agree with his ideals I did feel as if something was missing from our lives. The girl's Father was tolerable at best and absent at worst. With my busy schedule the girls would more often than not eat dinner with their Nanny Cara and on rare occasions myself. They needed a parental figure and my 2nd husband seemed to fit the bill.”

Miranda rolled her eyes. “A bit of advice, Andréa. Only marry for love.”

“Oh, uhm well I plan on it.”

“Stephen seemed a logical fit for our family. He was handsome, he had his own wealth and had said he loved children. At first he was a good influence on the girls. They bonded and I married a bit too quickly. As time passed the perfect image of a family we both had envisioned clashed. He wanted the perfect wife and children while I required my freedom. I would miss dates and events for Runway or the girls events. He hadn't expected to be 3rd in my life. He wanted to be 1st as my husband and that was something I would never give. We divorced when the twins were 9 and after a failed Coup d'état from Runway I made a decision. I retired and focused on what truly mattered in my life, my beautiful daughters.”

“Like I said before Miranda, they're amazing.”

“They were rambunctious until my retirement. After 6 months I had grown restless and they had an annoyance at my doting presence. With Runway now in the past it felt time for change. I had invested in the winery years ago as a way to diversify my portfolio. The original owner was well into his 70s and I decided to buy the business. After selling the townhouse and all of my assets in New York we moved to California. Within the past 3 years I have grown and bonded more with my girls than I have in the previous decade. I spent far too long striving for more and more which blinded me to the joy I already had.”

“So…I just need to find out what I really want. Which feels impossible because I can't have it all.”

“Andréa, only you know what truly makes your heart sing. Do not let others' opinions or perceptions dictate your life. We are only granted so much time on this Earth. Find what makes you truly happy and never let it go.”

“Thank you…for that. For the advice and for opening up to me.”

“It's not often I feel comfortable enough to do so.”

“Then that makes this even more special.” Andy picked at her fingernails, eyes trained along the fraying edges. “Can I hug you?" Miranda curled an eyebrow at her question. “Is that weird? Nevermind, I shouldn't have asked. Let me get out of your hair.” Andy swiftly scooped her bag, tossing it over her shoulder.

“Andréa that's-”

Andy heard the crack before she felt the weight of the bag hit her shoulder. She spun on her heel to face a stock still Miranda only a few inches behind her.

“Oh my god, Miranda I am so-” Miranda held up a hand silencing her in an instant. “Are you alri-”

“Shush.” Miranda hissed, eyes closing as she drew in a steadying breath.

Along the bridge of her elegant aquiline nose was an angry red mark. Andy reached forward only to snatch her hand back as if burned. Miranda for her part was terrifyingly and eerily calm. There were no raised voices. No words cursed so powerfully they would make a sailor blush. She simply stood with her eyes closed and a singular hand raised in silence. After a few long silent moments, she opened her eyes and let out a smooth breath.

“Accidents do happen, Andréa. I should not have been standing so closely.”

“Are you alright?”

“Quite. I assure you after two previous breaks, this was much less painful.”

“I am really, really sorry.”

“Come.” Miranda curled a single finger.

“What?”

“Unless you no longer require a hug.”

“Oh, if you're sure?”

“I do not make offers I don't intend to.” Miranda stated, opening her arms for Andy.

Andy much more carefully this time, placed the bag onto the couch and stepped forward. Miranda often wore heels but at home she wore a pair of house slippers. There was a few inches in height between them. Andy had always been considered a taller woman at 5’8” while Miranda seemed to be closer to 5’5” maybe 5’6”. A floral yet woody fragrance wisped along her nose as a flutter of jasmine and a rich depth. Naturally she leaned deeper into Miranda's embrace as two arms wrapped around her midsection. The weight of the world, for the briefest of moments, lifted and Andy was finally able to draw in a steadying breath.

“Thank you, Miranda.” Andy whispered, pulling away from the embrace.

“Drive safe, Andréa.” Miranda said as Andy stepped into the hallway. “The girls will be with their Grandmother for the next two weeks. They will be back before the 1st.”

“I'll see you soon. Uhm, the girls I mean. I'll see you all soon.”

“I am but a call away.”

Andy held a warm smile all the way home as she finally felt like something in the world was going right. She knew this was the start of a very good friendship.

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Andy's fingers fluttered over the keys as she hummed a soft tune. For days there had been a simple yet catchy melody looping over and over, haunting her every moment. The light and dark, major and minor elements contrasting to create an interesting and complex harmony. It attested the deep and pensive reflection Andy had during her time back home. Her fingers gliding between B minor and G# minor. Closing her eyes, she let the music guide her for a moment.

A familiar ringtone cut through the music signaling her foreboding boss was calling. Pausing the metronome she swiped open the video call.

“Good evening, Mr Hale.”

“Andy, I wish I was calling with better news but I'm gonna cut right to the chase. The big wigs aren't happy about our progress.” 

Andy bit her tongue at his use of “our” when clearly she had done all of the songwriting so far.

“I was just working on the melody right before you called.”

“Get it finished and a tracked demo by tomorrow. The artist is getting antsy. She's an up and comer with a lot of potential.”

“Tomorrow. You want me to have a fully written and recorded instrumental by tomorrow?

“You've given me nothing to work with Andy. It's been a month and I can only use buzz words and stall them for so long.”

“Okay. I'll have…something for you by tomorrow.”

“Either send me a demo or resign.”

The call dropped and Andy flopped her hand onto the keyboard creating a cacophony of agony.

“I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.” She smacked her head onto the keys groaning at the mood shift.

Leave it to Mr. Hale, God she hated that he insisted on not using his first name, to completely destroy all progress she had made on their song. Of course it wouldn't end up being theirs as he would once again take all of the writing credits. It was only after she spoke up at a meeting that she had received any writing credit on their last release. From that day on he hated her. She had undermined him, embarrassed him in front of not only the record execs but the artist as well. 

The alarm on her smartwatch chimed as she finally noticed the time. If she left now she would make it on time for the girls lesson. Flipping off the keyboard she gathered the sheet music, tuner and metronome into her bag. At least the drive to the Priestly Estate was beautiful. The mountain peaks and rows of vineyards made the drive out of town worth it. The security team buzzed her in as she approached, not bothering to ask her business. She hadn't met the man behind the stern voice as it bellowed from the speaker.

Stepping from her car she tugged the duffle bag from the passenger seat before locking her car. The lights flashed against the darkness garage door. After visiting the estate a few times she had grown used to the ornate decor but she still couldn't help but be impressed. Pressing the doorbell she gave a few long moments before knocking on the door. The minutes passed as she checked the time. She was right on schedule and yet the door remained unanswered. Giving one last big knock she swiped open her contacts and was about to select Miranda's when the door was opened.

“Andréa?” Miranda asked, sliding a pair of glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Hi. Sorry I'm late?”

“Oh, my apologies but I should have called.” Miranda muttered, opening the door wider. “The girls have decided to spend another week with their Grandmother. Gregory, their Father, decided to fly in and spend some time with them.”

“That was nice of him. I can just go back home I guess.”

“Why don't you come in for a moment and escape the heat?”

“It's alright. I just got my AC tuned up. Plus there's this song I've been working on. I've had trouble with it but I need to finish it by tomorrow night.”

“As you know we have a Blüthner in the music room.”

“Oh Miranda, I have been dying to play the Blüthner.”

“Maybe I can lend a helping hand. It's been a few decades but I'm able to hold a tune.”

“Lead the way.” Andy smiled, following Miranda through the house.

“Does Cara go with the girls?”

“Yes while she is technically their Nanny but she does often help tidy the house. We do have a Maid and Grounds service that came with the estate.”

“Is the piano tuned?” Andy inquired as they entered the music room.

“Yes, it is tuned every 6 months by a specialist.”

Andy sat on the black leather bench, hands hovering over the keys. She had played a number of pianos over the years. Yamaha, Kawai and even a Steinberg but nothing compared to this. The warm and rich tones sent a shiver down her spine as she played the first few chords. From verse to chorus Andy glided across the keys, glancing to Miranda who had inched closer.

“It reminds me of, The Winner Takes It All by Abba.”

“What a compliment. Do you like Abba?” Andy tested a few chords before eventually giving up.

“I am quite fond of the band.” Miranda scooted closer. “May I make a suggestion?”

“Please do. I don't know what to do for that last chord.”

“Why don't we try.” Miranda tested a few chords, mulling over the keys for a moment.

“That! There. Play that again.” Andy scrambled for her sheet music. “One more time.”

“I believe this is a D#?”

“And it is absolutely wonderful. Can you record me so I don't forget?”

Andy unlocked her phone and selected the video function. Miranda slid from the bench and stood behind her. After a countdown the melody flowed perfectly and Andy couldn't stop herself from grinning. She could use this. Maybe end each section on the same note. Looping the song again she played the key elements before giving Miranda a thumbs up.

“You might have just saved my job, Miranda.” She scooped her into a firm hug, lifting her slightly from the floor.

“Andréa!” Miranda squealed, her cheeks dusting pink as she sat back down. “Yes, well. It seems we both have something to celebrate.”

“If you can't tell me that's totally cool but I'd love to celebrate your achievement as well.”

“We have completed negotiations on expanding the European market to Italy and France.”

“That sounds amazing! Some markets are hard to get into.”

“Would you accompany me to the den and I can pour a glass of wine?”

Miranda's den was more like a home office with floor to ceiling bookshelves. A fireplace reflected the adjacent wall with a large framed Runway covers behind a glass desk. Miranda placed two wine glasses on an oak table as Andy sat on the leather wingback sofa. The red liquid swirled and clung to the edge of the glass as Miranda handed her the wine.

“To future success?”

“To future success.” Andy tilted the wine glass as Miranda followed suit. “Oh, that's…” She licked the wine from her lips. “That's delightful. Are those Runway covers?”

“Yes. The left was my first as Editor in Chief of Runway while the right was my last.” Miranda gestured to each with a fond smile.

“What about the middle ones? 

“Those are a bit more…personal. This one is in tribute to my dear friend and designer, Karl Lagerfeld. To the left was a collaboration with the previous Editor in Chief of British Runway while the final is the month the girls were born.”

“They're all varied in different ways. The first one seems so…and please don't take this the wrong way but…plain in comparison to the others.”

“Everyone thought I had lost my mind and cracked under the pressure. The print company actually called to confirm they had the correct photograph for the cover. It was the first Runway cover where the model had worn jeans, mixing low and high fashion. The cover shifted Runway's image making it more modern, relatable, and representative of a changing fashion landscape of the time.”

“Do you ever miss it? Runway, I mean.”

“I do.” Miranda glanced into her wine glass for a long moment. “I was Editor-in-Chief for a total of 20 years across both French and US Runway. I never had any intentions of retirement and I heard the whispers. Those who believed I would one day die behind this very desk.” She tapped a singular manicured nail along the glass top. “I lived and breathed Runway. Fashion is all I've known yet life has a twisted way of cruelty. The irony of my ex-husband serving divorce papers during Paris Fashion Week while my position at Runway was nearly taken from me. The same city that I had flourished and blossomed within nearly was part of my demise.”

“But you did retire?” Andy inquired, trying to workout the timeline.

“I did but on my own terms. I would never let any man dictate my life or decisions. Through some connections I was able to provide the Elias Clarke board some…well damning evidence of embezzlement with the former CEO.” She chuckled, a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips. “The FBI had quite the field day. My hands were of course clean. Within the next year I retired with a sizable pension and a freshly processed divorce. My focus, my passions had become muddled and I realized I was failing my girls. We have enough financial freedom to last multiple lifetimes and two loving parents.

But to answer your question. I do miss Runway. I miss the fabric samples beneath my finger tips. The smell of a freshly printed magazine off the press. The beauty of concepts becoming works of art, draped upon the models. Yet I sacrificed so much for Runway. Not only my girl's happiness but my own. Relationships, marriages, friendships and even my once blonde hair.”

“Honestly, you look beautiful with silver.”

“Thank you, Andréa.” Miranda leaned forward, placing her glass upon the coffee table before sitting beside Andy.

“Would you do it all again if you could?”

“Yes. Had I not made the difficult decisions, had I not sacrificed so much I wouldn't be where I am today. I have very few regrets but we all do.”

“What if…what if I don't want to close the shop?” Andy mulled her teeth along her bottom lip. “What if I regret it later on?”

“A lesson I learned far too late was to properly delegate. I had pressured myself to make far too many decisions when they should have been completed by my subordinates. Had I done so, I wouldn't have missed so much in my personal life.”

“Sydney is only working summer jobs and will be off to college next year. It was only ever my grandparents and then us kids working after school and over the summers.”

“That tradition can be kept alive, can it not? Are there not teens and young adults searching for opportunities that aren't fast food or heaven forbid factory work?”

“It's only ever been our family. Maybe a few close friends but it's always just been…us.”

“Trusting others is not my strong suit so I may not be the most helpful in this situation.”

“Miranda, you've been the most helpful person during this process. I need an outside perspective on it all. You own your own business and have been doing so for-” Andy paused, feeling the word forever on the tip of her tongue.

“Do go on.” Miranda ribbed with a smirk. “I am not ashamed of being a quinquagenarian.”

“Get out. 50? You look absolutely stunning and I would have never guessed you were 50.”

“Andréa we're drifting off topic.” Miranda tipped the wine bottle, topping off her own glass and silently offering to Andy.

“Yes, a little bit more. I have to drive home.”

“I have a driver on call who can take you home if you so choose.”

“I'll be able to record the demo tomorrow and right now I just need to not think about everything.” Andy took a few long drinks from the glass. “I just feel like I've done so much yet so little for being in my 30s. Shouldn't I be a senior writer by now? I mean you were an EIC by my age and here I am still having others take credit for my writing.”

“Had I not taken the risk and ventured to France we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have my Bobbsey's. I would have been married by 20 to a man whom I could have never loved. I left my family, my community and my home so I could have the life I dreamt. I created opportunities through proactive networking, growing and adapting. I sought a mentorship from a man who refused me for months but I persisted. I only had such an opportunity because I took it from someone who I once called a dear friend on more than one occasion. I set a clear goal and refused to let anyone take that from me.”

“But I don't know what I want Miranda! I don't want to let anyone down.”

“I will only say this once and you will never speak of this conversation to anyone else.” Miranda placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Fuck them.”

“Miranda!”

“Andréa, listen to me.” She said calmly, reassuringly. “You will make mistakes in life, some you will regret while others are a necessary evil. Do not let others' opinions distort your vision of happiness. People will come and they will go in your life but at the end of it all, your happiness is what should truly matter.”

“Have you always been this wise?” Andy whispered, meeting stern and powerful blue eyes.

“No. I've learned many lessons in my lifetime. It wasn't until the past few years that I decided to heed my own advice to you.”

“I-I have a lot to think about.” Andy shifted from the couch gathering her bag from the floor. “So how does this whole private driver thing work?”

“Siri, text Roy.” Miranda spoke firmly as her smartwatch illuminated. “Arrive at the estate. Send.”

“Oh, well…that makes sense.” Andy shrugged as Miranda gathered the empty wine glasses.

A large silver SUV pulled up to the front of the Estate as Andy waited just inside the front door. A middle aged man dressed in a suit stood beside the back passenger door in waiting. Miranda glided through the foyer and peaked over Andy's shoulder.

“Leave your keys with Roy and provide your address. I will make sure your car is delivered to the music shop.”

“I can just call a taxi or rideshare tomorrow morning.”

“Nonsense, I believe you have the next hit song to write.” Miranda unlocked the door, hand hovering over the handle. “Have a good evening, Andréa.”

“Can I hug you again? Sorry I'm a hugger.”

“Only if my nose remains untarnished.” Miranda teased, opening her arms for Andy.

“Thank you Miranda.” Andy whispered, pulling Miranda tightly into her embrace. “Thank you for everything.”

Chapter Text

The Music Maven was in her final 2 weeks much to Andy and the community's dismay. There had been a sizable donation of equipment to both the local high school and theater in Mamaw and Papaw's honor. Lessons with the Priestly twins had returned to weekly though their first lesson back was rough. Miranda was furious at the girl's Father for their angry sunburns. Andy had caught snippets of their conversation as Miranda ripped into him. Based on the one side Andy could hear he was also a red head and should have known better.

By the second week back the girls had gained a dusting of freckles along their cheeks and shoulders. Their spirits were much higher as they continued to learn and grow as young musicians. Caroline had a softer singing voice which was reflective of their Mother's spoken tone. Andy wondered if Miranda could also sing. She had mentioned playing piano and someone had to gift the girls with their virtuoso. Her question was answered in the oddest of ways one evening.

In the corner of the music room was a record player with an array of genres. Many of them were expected such as jazz, classical and even a folk album or two. But what Andy hadn't anticipated was the British Rock band, Emissary. They were popular, topping the charts throughout the 90s and 2000s. You couldn't turn on a radio without hearing one of their songs. By the 2010s they had lost a bit of popularity but still had a tour here and there. Andy plucked the record sleeve from the shelf and flipped it over inspecting the songs on the back.

“Oh hey! You found Dad's record!” Cassidy peaked around as Andy slid the record back onto the shelf.

“That's cool. I didn't know you'd guys like, Emissary. Seems a bit…out of place.”

“Why wouldn't we like our Dad's band?”

“Wait, you meant this is your Dad's record. He's in Emissary?”

“He's the lead guitarist.”

“Your Mom…married a guitarist from a rock band?”

“Yep!” Caroline beamed. “He's why I want to play guitar.”

“And also why Mom says Rock music is for delinquents.” 

“That comment makes much more sense now.”

“I really hope I can learn the song in time.” Caroline glanced at her feet nervously. 

“Dad promised he would show up.” Cassidy beamed proudly.

“He promised last time too.” Caroline grumbled, arms crossing over her chest.

“What if either way we record your performances? Not only can you see and learn from them but your Dad can watch it too. I can ask Sydney to set up a camera.”

“He doesn't want to show up. I know he doesn't.”

“Sweetheart.” Andy felt her heart breaking in her chest. “Sometimes adults are silly. Sometimes we get so caught up in the day to day that we don't stop and take a moment to enjoy the little things.”

“That is silly. We're his kids!”

“He surprised us at Disneyland, didn't he, Caroline?” Cassidy added.

“So what, one time.”

“You two are very special girls and I just know that he loves you both so very much.” Andy reassured them. “He's going to do everything in his power to show up for the talent exhibition.”

“And how do you know that?” Caroline demanded.

“Because I know if I was in his situation, I'd do everything in my power to make it happen. I'd fly the plane myself and land it in a vineyard if it meant seeing my kids first performance. Ope!” Andy regained her balance as two twins barreled into her. “I didn't know you girls were huggers too?”

“Only if we love you.” Cassidy squeezed her tighter. “Do you love us, Andy?”

“Of course I do.” Andy returned the hug, holding the girls for as long as they needed. “I'm gonna miss you girls so much.”

“Why do you have to go?” Caroline asked with her brows furrowed.

“You can stay here with us!” Cassidy offered.

“My jobs back in Nashville but I promise you this time that I'll email you every week. You can call me anytime. I might not be available right away if I'm at work but I'll call you right back.”

“Pinky promise.” They demanded in unison.

“I've got a pinky for each of you.” She offered a pinky to both twins. “Pinky promise.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Caroline asked.

“Cara's making grilled salmon!”

“I have to get back to the shop girls.”

“Okay, bye Andy.” “Bye, Andy.”

“Put those pouty lips and grumpy brows away girls, I'll be back next week. We've got two more weeks until the exhibition!”

By the time she returned to the shop, the sun was peeking over the horizon. The long shadows cast along main street as she jiggled the keys in the handle. The lock should have been replaced ages ago but with the store being closed soon it became a little shop quirk. Most of the instruments had been sold or donated but there were a few higher end items that had yet to sell. Andy knew they would be harder to sell given the steep price tag but hopefully after posting them online they'd be gone in the next week.

“Andy!” A voice shouted as a hand clamped down on her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” She ducked under their arm and reached for her pepper spray.

“Hey! Woah! Sorry didn't mean to startle you. We've not officially met in person.” Jamie held his hands up in defense. “Seems the sales are going well.” He glanced into the shop with a smirk. “They could have gone better.”

“Good evening, Jamie, how can I help you?” Andy asked, keeping her faux smile on full display.

“I've come with my final offer. I'll buy what's left at a 90% discount and haul it away.” He flipped open a checkbook causing Andy to chuckle at such a concept. “Name your price.”

“Okay, how about 1 big fat hell no.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I know you tried to buy out the shop when Papaw was sick and dying. I found the paperwork in the back. How dare you take advantage of my Mamaw as she was grieving her husband. Her kindred spirit.”

“It's nothing personal Andy. It's business.”

“Bullshit. That's pure and utter bullshit. I should have known from all the calls and emails that you were the ‘undisclosed and interested’ buyer. For how rich you seem to be, your offers were awfully lowball. Tell me, Jamie. How's business? I heard you're losing clients because your music teachers are not only impersonal but untalented.”

“You listen here I put a good offer in on this shit hole of a building your Grandparents called a business.”

“I will never sell anything to you. Not one damned instrumental and for sure not this shop. You could offer me millions of dollars and I'd let this building crumble into dust before I ever sold it to a snake like you.” Andy shoved open the front door, bell jingling loudly in the silence. “Now get the hell away from my shop.”

As she closed the door behind her, the only sound was the blood rushing past her ears. For one brief fleeting moment she thought about giving in and selling the shop. It would have been easier than packing up decades of old tax returns and printing new price tags for every single item in the store. She could have put the shop for sale as is and left it to the realtors to figure out. That would have given her proper time to grieve and to focus on her career. Yet, nothing worth it in life was ever easy. The Music Maven didn't deserve to be thrown away to the highest bidder simply because Andy didn't want to process everything all at once. The shop didn't deserve that and neither did her Grandparents legacy.

By the time she packed the last few boxes and entered the upstairs apartment she was exhausted. Yet it was barely 10pm but she had yet to reply to her boss's email. The title seemed promising but she was focusing on the lesson with the girls followed up by packing.

Subject: New Demo Midi Files

To: ASachs

From: CHale

Andy,

The artist is requesting the demo MIDI files for pre-production. Please send the files and CC the appropriate parties.

Cody Hale

Staff Writer

Subject: Re: New Demo Midi Files

To: JRodriguez, JCollins

CC: CHale

From: ASachs

Good Evening Everyone,

Please see the following attachments for the new demo. The Midi files have a 4 count in at 0:00 along with the markers as dictated in the notes.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Thanks,

Andy Sachs,

Label Assistant

Andy's cursor hovered over the send button as her eyes focused on her “official title.” Label Assistant. That was all they saw her as nothing more than a barely paid lapdog. She had worked for years just to still be getting coffee and doing all of Cody's dirty work. She minimized the browser tab and re-opened her music editing software. He wouldn't take credit for her hard work any longer. Editing the Metadata she entered who the true writer was for this demo. Cody, she refused to call him Mr Hale any longer, hadn't put any time, energy or creativity into this. He demanded perfection but wasn't willing to give her credit. She was going to take what was rightfully hers back.

Reattaching the updated demo she leaned back into the chair and waited for a furious phone call.

“Andy, do we have any gaff tape?” Sydney called from beside the stage.

“Yeah let me grab some.” Andy rushed from the street and into the shop.

Downtown had been closed off to the public in preparation for the Harvest Festival the previous day. A large stage was set just outside of The Music Maven, stretching across the street to the local coffee shop. The food trucks, game stalls and produce vendors had begun setting up their tents and chairs for the opening ceremony of the festival. Sydney had volunteered to stay at the shop and be the stage hand for the event leaving Andy free to enjoy the festivities. For years Andy had been in her very shoes, running water, guitar picks and even new cables to the performers. While part of her missed the organized chaos of it all, she was thankful to enjoy tomorrow in peace.

“Thanks, Andy.” Sydney hooked the tape on her utility belt. “I'll be done in a few minutes. I just have to tape down some drum cables.

“I'll get my keys and meet you at the car.” Andy descended the side stage steps and into the Music Maven.

Family dinners had always been a monthly Sachs tradition. One of the perks of your Uncle owning a large steakhouse was being able to host said family dinners there. Uncle Mike would insist on paying for the meals but in the end Andy's Dad Rich always found a way to pay him back. Having time together was always important and the Sachs had been tight knit for generations. Even though Andy lived on the opposite side of the country she still wanted to have the time together. Andy was halfway through her medium rare steak when the subject of her career was brought up.

“I sent over a demo to a new artist who seemed really interested. I'm waiting for my boss to update me on everything.”

“That's wonderful sweetheart!” Andy's Mother Susan beamed.

“Is that boss of yours treating you any better?” Andy's Dad asked, cutting into his steak. “You work too hard to be still picking up his dry cleaning.”

“Hopefully after this next song I'll be taken more seriously. I got some advice from a friend to put myself first and go for things that make me happy.”

“A friend or a close friend?” Her Mother hinted, catching the table's attention.

“How is Miranda anyways?” Sydney inquired, dipping a French fry into some barbecue sauce.

“Miranda?” Uncle Mike asked from across the table. “Miranda Priestly?”

“Uhm well she is the friend who gave me advice but I guess she's alright?”

“Good woman. Knows how to order a steak.” Uncle Mike said, glancing at his vegetarian daughter.

“Dad, can we not right now?” Sydney groaned.

“If God didn't want me to eat a cow he wouldn't have made them taste so good.”

“Honey, your blood pressure.” His wife, Lydia chastised before returning the conversation to Andy. “I enjoyed having the twins in music class last year. How are they?”

“They're great. A little rambunctious but doing great. Caroline is playing the guitar and Cassidy the Cello.”

“I wish them well, they were naturally talented musicians.”

“They get that from their Dad.” Andy chuckled. “Miranda can play the piano as well. They have this gorgeous Blüthner that I almost cried when I got to play it.”

“You give their lessons in her home? What about the shop?” Andy's Dad asked.

Why had she given the lessons in their home and not the rooms at the shop?

“Oh, uhm with all the moving and stuff it just made sense. They were the only two I was giving lessons to.” Andy smiled, catching her cousin's eye, following a long bout of silence.

“Why don't we toast to Andy?” Aunt Lydia inquired, holding up her glass.

“Yes, to Andy,” Andy's Mother followed suit. “May your future be bright and filled with nothing but happiness. To Andy!”

“To Andy!”

Chapter Text

The Harvest Festival signaled not only the end of the growing season but the end of the Music Maven. This day had weighed upon Andy's heart for months and yet she knew it was the best for everyone. For herself. Returning to Nashville and writing music had always been her life goal and yet it had grown painful. To leave or to stay she felt like a part of her was being left behind. This evening signaled the ending of one chapter and the start of another.

“I've got everything covered here. Go have fun, Andy.”Sydney berated, pushing her out of the shop and onto the sidewalk. “Tell Miranda and the girls I said, hi.”

“Miranda and the oof-” Andy huffed as two twins slammed into her arms.

“Girls this is not a Rugby match, please do not tackle Andréa.” Miranda scoulded as she approached. “Good afternoon. The girls wanted to see you.”

“We wanted to invite you to walk around with us.” Caroline asked as Cassidy nodded in agreement.

“We've already bought tickets for the rides but-” Cassidy dropped her voice to a whisper. “Mom's afraid to ride them.”

“While you may go against my best wishes and better judgement, I refuse to ride something that is operated by a carnival worker who may not have graduated high school.”

“At least you didn't call them carnies this time.” Cassidy teased, causing Caroline and Andy to chuckle.

“I'd be happy to spend the day with you gals.” Andy said ruffling the twins' hair. “Now let's get going because I want some cotton candy and a lemon shake-up.”

“Your addiction to sugar is as troublesome as the girls.” Miranda scoffed, rolling her eyes.

The streets were buzzing with people drifting from one market stall to the next. They had settled quickly on what Andy deemed as ‘real food’ much to Miranda's disgust. She refused to even look at the corn dog Andy had smothered in condiments let alone justify that it was a real meal. The girls each had a grilled chicken sandwich which their Mother approved of. While they made a quick pitstop to the bathroom Andy ordered a corn dog for them to share. Yes it was unhealthy and they were about to have some cotton candy but it was a festival and terrible food was part of the tradition.

“How are you guys feeling about the talent showcase tonight?” Andy asked, pinching off a piece of cotton candy.

“Excited.” “Nervous.”

“Both are completely valid feelings. Back when I performed I'd get this unease mixed with anticipation but I used that energy to hype me up. Use it to give it my all.”

“Have you ever felt nervous, Mom?” Caroline asked Miranda who was inspecting a competitor's wine selection.

“Yes, I have.” She placed the bottle back down carefully before turning to the twins.

“How'd you get over it?” Cassidy inquired, tugging at the edge of her shirt.

“Bobbsey don't tug at your shirt, you'll stretch out the fabric.” Miranda reached for the nervous twin's hand, gripping it within her own. “In this instance I would follow Andréa's advice. She is the expert afterall.”

“I wouldn't call myself an expert."

“And yet you are. You've traveled the country and performed on a variety of stages, have you not?”

“Well, yeah but that doesn't make me an expert.”

“We will agree to disagree, darling.” Miranda said before abruptly changing the subject. “I believe your sugary meals have settled and the lines for the deathtraps are lesser than earlier.”

“Last one in line is from Ohio!’ Caroline called over her shoulder as she sprinted towards the rides.

Cassidy stumbled after her sister as Miranda tried to catch the youngest twins blunder. Andy chuckled as the older woman huffed, brushing her forelock from her forehead. The Priestly twins seemed to always be rambunctious bundles of energy much to the contrast of their stoic Mother. At times Andy wondered if that trait was from their Father. She had never met the man and doubted she ever would. The only photos she found were performance and band photos from the 90s when he was her age. He seemed similar with his wild ginger locks and rock'n'roll attitude. They really couldn't be more opposite than Miranda.

“Are you from Ohio, Andréa?” Miranda inquired, pulling her attention to the sunglasses-clad woman.

“Funny enough I am. I was born there while we were visiting some family.”

“Well, it seems you were destined to lose the race with the girls then.” Miranda nodded to the twins waving from the back of a line.

“Can you hold my purse?” Andy shrugged the bag from her shoulder. “Also my lemon-shake up? And my cotton candy?“ She placed them in Miranda's hands. “Oh, also my phone.”

“Might I suggest your first born child next?” Miranda teased with a twinkle in her eye.

“Thanks, Miranda!" Andy called as she practically skipped towards the girls.

Andy always loved roller-coasters and other amusement park rides. The thrill of controlled danger and the rush of adrenaline made her feel happy to be alive. The Priestly twins seemed just as thrilled and were born to be adrenaline junkies. They insisted they ride every single ride twice. Their last time on the Dizzy Dragon ended up with the ride operator scolding Andy on how fast she had spun them. She couldn't help but yanked the control wheel with all her might as the joyful squeals and giggles from the girls.

“Mom! Did you see? Andy got in trouble!” Caroline announced proudly as they approached their Mother.

“Yes, that Carnival worker seemed rather upset, Andréa.” She stood from the bench, flattening down her brown leather skirt.

“I may or may not have spun the ride a bit too fast.” She shrugged in bemusement. “The girls had fun though, right?”

“The talent exhibition call time is soon. Would you like me to accompany you backstage?” Miranda inquired.

“We're not babies Mom!” Caroline rolled her eyes.

“But will you be in the front row?” Cassidy asked nervously.

“Yes, Bobbsey front and center.” Miranda reassured her youngest. “Run along so you're not late.”

“Break a metaphorical leg.” Andy beamed as the twins made their way backstage. “Let's go snag those front seats.”

“Lead the way, Andréa.”

The talent exhibition was separated into sections based on the presented talent. First were the dancers which ranged from tottering toddlers to ballet and break-dancing teenagers. Next were the thespians who poured their hearts and souls into their renditions of the classics such as Shakespeare to comedic shorts and one Charlie Chaplin impression. The finale was the musicians both singers and instrumentalists. 

The first Priestly twin was Cassidy who with the help of Sydney placed her cello center stage. Even before the first note Andy couldn't help but wolf whistle in excitement, much to Miranda's displeasure. Months of practice lead to this moment and she couldn't be more proud. 

Gavotte by Jean-Baptiste Lully was the piece she had struggled with yet not executed it to perfection. The vibrato fluttered as her little fingers glided across the fretboard. Andy's nails pressed into her bouncing knee in anticipation for the spot Cassidy had struggled with the most. One evening they had spent an hour on this singular part until tears of frustration pricked at the young girl's eyes. 

A firm yet steadying hand gripped her bouncing knee, forcing her mind to calm. Andy glanced from the stage to the hand now resting over her own. Cassidy's brow furrowed and without missing a singular note executed the song with perfection. The crowd cheered and Andy was immediately on her feet, clapping loudly for her youngest Priestly. 

As the crowd settled and a few acts played Andy felt her heart swell with pride. She could admit the other musical acts were good, great even but nothing impressed her more than the girls. Caroline had much more confidence as she took the stage. An acoustic guitar almost too big for her small frame, sat on her front. The music itself was much less difficult than her sister's cello number but Caroline had chosen to sing as well. Andy had worked with professional musicians who struggled to do both yet leave it to a Priestly to be up to the challenge. 

The speakers played the backing track counting in the song as Caroline strummed the first few chords. The pattern wasn't complicated but much more than a simple up, down, up, down. While Andy agreed the lyrics weren't entirely child appropriate she convinced Miranda and Caroline to adjust them slightly. Something which was practiced but entirely ignored during the performance. Miranda's cheeks flushed a light pink as Andy quickly disguised her giggle as a cough. The crowd didn't seem to mind and even a few people sang along to the modern pop hit.

As the second chorus led to the bridge Andy couldn't help but relate to the lyrics. Had she not decided to pursue music she could have ended but like the song's subject. Another housewife who realized years into a marriage that she was unhappy and desperate for a more meaningful existence. Yet Andy chose for herself. She chose to pursue her dreams and put herself first even if it meant breaking not only her heart but that of her college boyfriend.

While the song was more so about fighting one's queer nature and expression Andy had never related to that. She knew from an early age she was queer and never once hid that part of her heart. With a loving family and support system she never felt shame or compelled to hide her love. Maybe this was Caroline's way of expressing she too was queer or perhaps she simply liked the song. 

Shimmering steel blue eyes ensnared her gaze as Miranda leaned forward. A whisper, so delicate she strained to hear it. Thank you, the words brushed across her cheek as her heart fluttered in her chest. Andy swallowed thickly at the emotions bubbling in her throat. She was at a loss for words. As Miranda pulled away, Caroline gave a quick bow before exiting the stage. It was only then Andy had realized this was the end. The curtain was drawn, the crowd slowly dispersed and her time with the Priestly family was coming to an end.

“Mom! Andy!” A cheerful voice called quickly followed by another.

“We did it!”

“Yes you have, my Bobbsey's.” Miranda purred, scooping her girls into a hug. “I am very proud of you both.”

Andy smiled at the scene before her. The twins buried tightly into their Mother's embrace as a rare smile graced Miranda's face. It was pure. Pure joy, happiness, pride and beauty. Just like her. Like Miranda. Suddenly, she didn't want this to end. This moment nor her time with them. 

“Dad?” Caroline cried.

“Dad, you kept your promise!” Cassidy sprinted from Miranda to a tall and handsome older man.

“You girls rocked!” He ruffled each girl's hair before hugging them warmly. “Hey again Mira.”

“We missed you so much.” Cassidy hugged her Father tightly as Caroline nodded in agreement.

“All three of you?” He winked at Miranda as she approached her family.

“Indeed, much like a migraine.” Miranda teased, stepping towards her family.

Suddenly Andy was alone in a sea of joyous people. Maybe it was for the best to let the girls see their Father. They'd begged their Mother to call him to attend. He was on some sort of cross country tour and couldn't guarantee it. A part of her heart curled in jealousy. He had everything she wanted. The fame, the fortune and the hearts of the Priestly's. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she ducked into the crowd. The twins were happy and that was all she aimed to do. Even if it broke her heart to let the Priestly's go.

All three of them.

Chapter Text

Andy stood at the center of the now empty and vacant Music Maven. The shelves no longer held instruments and their accessories. Now they only had ever fading memories and ever mounting dust. What hadn't sold was donated or simply given away. She thought of it as a parting gift to the community. Those who never had access to music could now explore and express their creativity. She especially adored the smiles of the elderly residents of the nursing home. Even long after their minds had wandered, music seemed to bring them back even for a fleeting moment.

Andy drew in a breath and locked the door for one final time. The shop was gone and she was less than a few hours from returning home. The apartment upstairs had been cleaned the previous evening. In what she could only describe as a drunken heartbroken frenzy she had scrubbed the apartment from top to bottom. She planned for her Father to become the landlord in her stead. He refused to let her sign it into his name so as not to go against his own parents dying wish.

Halfway through a boxed wine she finally let the tears fall. Why did she have to realize in that moment how she had felt? Had she denied it for months or had it built up to that one moment? Why hadn't she noticed how blue Miranda's eyes are? Or how one smile sent her heart into a tailspin? It was never meant to be. If fate had allowed it then she would have leapt at the chance. The chance to make not only Miranda happy but her girls.

The apartment was spotless and the cleaning supplies were back under the kitchen counter. Her Father could begin renting the apartment tomorrow if he so chose and Andy would have yet another passive income stream. Once a new business had moved in downstairs she could maybe afford a newer car or even pay down her student debt. Her phone buzzed in her hand as she glanced out of the bedroom window.

“Hello?” She inquired, unsure of the unfamiliar Nashville caller ID.

“Is this Andy Sachs?” The man asked.

“May I ask who is calling?” She wasn't about to fall for a phone scam.

“I'll take that as a yes. We've only met in passing. This is Johnathon Reyes.”

“M-Mr. Reyes.” Andy stumbled over the Record Label Owners name. “My apologies for not remembering your voice.”

“Yes, well I don't often speak directly with our Label Assistants.” He bantered before continuing. “I've called to inform you of some urgent staffing changes. Typically I would have my secretary send this in a well drafted email, however, I felt this needed to be addressed promptly.” Andy swallowed a nervous lump in her throat. “Cody Hale has been relieved of his duties.”

“Holy shit.” She gasped. “I mean, I'm sorry. I'm just shocked.”

“Yes, well it has come to our attention that he has claimed full ownership of your work. We do not tolerate plagiarism and he has been relieved of his duties. We have corrected the royalty percentages and deposited the correction into your account.”

Andy swiped over to her bank account where a deposit of 15,000 dollars was now pending.

“This was backdated for the past years of royalties as well as a bonus. We would like to offer you a Senior Writers position.” 

A Senior Writer. After years of coffee runs and others stealing her work she would be a Senior Writer. No longer would she answer to a pompous asshole of a boss or pick up his dry cleaning. She would finally have the respect she knew she deserved.

“Wait, what about Cody's job? Who is the Lead Songwriter?”

“Cyrus Ginn. He will be your new manager starting Monday.”

“Cyrus? You can't be serious. He's barely out of college! I've worked at the label for years.”

“While we appreciate your contributions Andy-”

“If you appreciated my ‘contributions’ you wouldn't have let Cody steal my work. I reported that and no one said anything. Why did this happen all of a sudden?”

“Andy, let's discuss this once you've returned to the office.”

“No. You tell me or I hire an attorney.”

“We were informed by a client of the Metadata being altered by Cody to remove you as the sole writer.”

“So you fired him and paid me extra to cover your asses.” Andy scoffed, leaning heavily against the front door. “You know what, Mr. Reyes. I quit. I quit and I expect to continue to receive my royalties per our contractual agreement.”

“Let's not be hasty, Andy.”

“No. For the first time in my life I'm going to put myself first. Goodbye Mr Reyes. Oh, by the way now that I quit, fuck you and your nephew Cyrus.” She ended the call and immediately shut off her phone.

A weight lifted from her chest as she almost collapsed against the wall. She didn't have any more deadlines. No more late nights and dry cleaning. She had made a name for herself and could potentially become an independent songwriter. Maybe even be hired onto another record label in Nashville. Pushing off the wall she gave the apartment one last glance before opening the door. This was the start of something new, she could feel it deep in her soul. Her steps echoed through the old stairwell as she cracked open the street level doorway.

“Oh no Mom we're too late!” Cassidy cried.

“This is all your fault! Now Andy's gone forever!” Caroline huffed, crossing her arms in frustration. “Why didn't you tell her?”

“Tell her what, Bobbsey?” Miranda asked, just as Andy was about to exit the alcove.

“That you love her too!”

Andy paused, heart seizing in her chest. Miranda loved her? No, surely the girls misunderstood. They were young and had such vivid imaginations. There wasn't a mutual attraction to Andy's silly little crush. Miranda was poised and mature, beautiful and charming. She had personal drivers and dated rockstars. She was an icon amongst mortals. She was everything Andy wanted but could never have.

“Because I couldn't handle another disappointment.” Miranda said softly, cupping her daughter's cheek.

“Maybe we can stop her at the airport!” Caroline tugged her towards the waiting SUV. “You can tell her and then we can be a family!”

“Yeah like one of those movies!” Cassidy grabbed her other hand. “I bet Andy's a cool Mom!”

“Girls, we need to let her go.”

“We can make it in time if you speed!” Caroline gripped the car handle, tugging the door open.

“My decision is final.” Miranda hissed as the girls dropped her hands. “Please wait in the car.”

“But you do love her, don't you, Mom?” Cassidy asked as Miranda gave a wry smile. 

“I am quite fond of our Andréa.”

The Priestly twins sulked to the car, slamming the doors closed behind them. Andy remained frozen just within the buildings alcove. Our Andraa. The words looped over and over in her mind as she watched Miranda. She had only realized last night she even found the older woman attractive and now it is mutual. They had been so oblivious to their growing attraction and yet it was blatant for the twins. They loved and respected her enough to call her a potential parental figure. Truthfully she knew deep in her soul she would be honored to be their Mom.

But would Miranda want her? Andy was now an unemployed songwriter and probably blacklisted from every major record label. She groaned, head lulling back against the door. Miranda was too good for her. Too charming. Too beautiful. Too rich. She was in an entire other galaxy out of Andy's league. She deserved to be loved unconditionally by someone who was her equal.

“I hope you find happiness, my darling.” Miranda lamented before turning away from the Music Maven.

“Miranda, wait!” Andy called, rushing towards the car.

“Andréa. I thought you had already left.” Miranda turned abruptly as a perfectly curled coif fell against her forehead. “T-the girls wanted to say goodbye.”

“Miranda. I heard what they said.” Andy stopped a few paces before her. “What you said.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Everything. I shouldn't have walked away last night. I just felt…I feel like I'm not good enough.” Andy flashed a dejected smile.

“Andréa, you are a brilliant and creative woman. You are worthy.”

“I realized something last night and I had all but given up on it. Actually I didn't even give it a chance. I'll never be perfect. I'll mess up but I'll always try.”

“I don't understand. You're speaking in all but words.”

“I care about those girls so much. I would move heaven, hell and the Earth for them because they deserve it.” Andy inched closer, reaching for Miranda's hands. “What did you mean? When you said you were fond of me?”

“I am not one to mince my words.” Miranda licked her bottom lip before pursuing her lips. “During our time together I have grown to cherish our…”

“Do you love me, Miranda?” Andy gripped her hands tighter, pulling her closer. “You called me darling a-and I just need to know.”

Miranda was achingly beautiful. Her blue eyes shimmered with a cool depth of the deepest sea. She knew she could spend an eternity being lost within. Discovering what makes them gleam and shine. While others only saw their coldness, their determination Andy could see more. Could feel them as their gaze burned deep within her chest. How at their edges were smile lines who rarely were displayed. If only she had the chance to do so. Yet with each beat of her racing heart, the hope was fading fast.

“I promise I'll text the girls when I land in Nashville.” Andy dropped Miranda's hands, immediately longing for their warmth.

The end was bitter yet she so desperately craved the sweet. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she wiped them away with her sleeves. She may have been a fool to fall for Miranda Priestly but she would do it all again in a heartbeat. At least she could live upon joyful memories and hopeful dreams of what could have been. She tried to smile, tried to hide the pain just for her bottom lip to tremble. Then those hands wiping away her sadness, brushing down her tear stained cheeks.

A warmth so achingly tranquilizing ghosted across her lips. Healing a part of her soul she didn't realize was broken. Her eyes fluttered closed as she melted into Miranda's embrace. Velvet lips brushed against her with a delicacy, an innocence, as if the moment would shatter beneath their very touch. 

“I do – love you.” Miranda professed against Andy's lips. “Please stay.”

“How could I refuse?” Andy placed another delicate kiss to her lips.

“Gross we get it you're in love!” Caroline shouted as the twins exited the SUV.

“Come here girls.” Andy gestured to the twins who had an extra skip to their step.

“Family hug time.” Cassidy beamed as the girls embraced Andy and their Mother.

“Oh my god. You are all so perfect.” Andy intoned gleefully, squeezing the Priestly's tightly.

“Andréa, some of us are middle aged and quite fragile.” Miranda retorted as the girls giggled against them. “Would you join us for dinner at the estate?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Priestly?” Andy teased with a wry smile.

“Yes we are!” Caroline answered proudly. “If you're dating our Mom then you're dating us too. I'm thinking ice cream.”

“Maybe for desert. We can decide dinner in the car. How about that?” Andy asked as the girls nodded in agreement. “We'll join you gals in a minute.”

“If this is far too soon for a 1st date, I would understand your desire to reschedule.”

“If we count the 4th of July, our impromptu music session and the Harvest festival then this would be our 4th date, technically.” Andy teased, brushing her fingertips along Miranda's wrist. “I think we've been unintentionally dating for a while, don't you think?”

“Yes, while my intention was never to court you, I would not be opposed to our continuing.”

“Oh god, courting, what is this 1912?” Andy smirked, giving her hand a firm squeeze. “My girlfriend is such a goober.”

“I am neither of those juvenile terms. I much prefer partners.”

“Let's open a law firm together, partner.” Andy leaned in for a kiss only to be startled apart by a loud car horn.

“Caroline Marie!” Miranda scolded her eldest who was leaning out the car window.

“Hurry up before we graduate college!” She honked the horn again for good measure.

Miranda rolled her eyes with the softest of smiles one Andy would love to see for the rest of their lives.