Nina Sinclair couldn't even write the most basic lyrics, let alone be a singer-songwriter.
Joseph Shaw had spent a fortune buying her all the songs on the album.
When she first got the songs, she couldn't even read basic sheet music.
'Now her manager actually wanted her to write more new songs? How was that possible?'
Nina Sinclair's expression flickered, a hint of guilt in her voice. "No... I haven't had any inspiration lately."
Her manager was a little disappointed to hear that.
But uncharacteristically, she didn't push Nina Sinclair.
For a singer-songwriter, inspiration was just too important.
So she could only nod. Despite her disappointment, she offered some encouragement. "Well, in that case, just focus on perfecting the songs you already have. The company will fund a concert for you in the second half of the year."
