Flipping through the clipboard she found the page and pulled out her lucky pen. He seemed nice and enough and didn't care about her clear New York ways. "How about over there? It's a nice as spot and I am not designed for heat..."
Walking to her favorite spot she sat down. The questions was anything from songs, charities, and anything else taking fifteen minutes.
"I'm not good at keeping my mouth shut...are you really a country singer?" She asked finally with a curious look in those brown eyes.
Kane nodded, "I have the time, I'm not needed until they need me to sound check in a few hours." Kane muttered adjusting his white hat. He was wearing jeans, a t shirt with the sleeves cut off and sun glasses with short cowboy boots. His tattoos were visible as was his skin tone. "What kind of questions do you have to ask me?" He asked checking his phone when the text tone rang and he turned to his drummer, "Man, Taya will be here in a few, just let her know I'm answering questions and my bag is on the bus." His drummer nodded.
Whether it was the heat or the fact that she had a huge clip board she couldn't resist the smallest of smirks. "Kenna McGuire," Kenna said shaking his hand firmly. She was clearly from New York in speech and manner. "That's what this primitive clipboard says. Um, I'm supposed to ask you a few...lot...of questions. Do you have a few minutes?"
He didn't look like one but that's voice, it made it believable. She herself didn't dress up, shorts and a few shirt with her hair pulled up.
"That would be me darlin'... nice to meet you." Kane said shaking the woman's hand, his accent giving away that he was from the south. "I'm the entertainment for this event as far as I know... we're ya'll told any different?" He asked curiously. His band and crew were unloading their trucks and their gear to play.
It wasn't what she would normally do but Karen really needed help and the big charity event was two weeks away. So, Kenna flew down to help. Some parts was easy, only there was a five performers who was participating. Still she had no idea who most of them were.
It was just before noon and already unbearably hot. Just one more person before getting some lunch and then more of the smaller tasks. Kane Brown.
A text reminded her of who that was, so she approached the man. Hoping she was right. "Are you Kane Brown? Karen sent me over, she's busy with something else right now."
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