Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 103

After finishing breakfast, Nora headed straight to the company and caught a ride with Leo to the recording studio for The Next Icon.

By the time they arrived, the entrance was completely mobbed by reporters and screaming fans.

Security guards had to form a human barricade just to maintain order.

Leo wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. His cap was pulled low, revealing only the sharp, striking line of his jaw.

Yet, even dressed down, he was impossibly devastating, eliciting deafening shrieks from the crowd.

"Leo! Leo!"

"Oh my god, Leo! We love you!"

Without so much as a flinch, Leo stepped out of the car and strode toward the entrance.

Nora followed closely behind as staff members rushed to guide them into the main studio.

The venue was massive.

The stage spanned an entire wall, with lighting, sound equipment, and the live band all prepped and ready. Technicians bustled around in a state of chaotic efficiency.

While Leo was whisked away to hair and makeup, Nora took a seat in the audience to review the rehearsal schedule.

"Ms. Reed?"

She looked up to see a middle-aged man wearing a VIP badge, beaming at her. "Hello, I'm Lucas Bennett, the producer for The Next Icon."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bennett."

Lucas's smile widened. "We are absolutely thrilled that Leo could make it to rehearsal today. We were worried he'd be... too busy to find the time."

Catching the underlying hint, Nora offered a polite smile. "Leo takes this music program very seriously. He'll give it his absolute all."

"That is wonderful to hear."

Lucas nodded eagerly. His gaze lingered on her face for a fraction of a second before darting away. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anything."

He turned to head back to the stage, glancing over his shoulder one last time.

A nearby crew member leaned in, whispering, "Is that Leo's new manager? She is stunning."

Lucas shot him a glare. "Stop gossiping and get to work."

Leo turned to glare at the stage. The drummer, who was sitting behind his kit sipping water, suddenly shivered, almost dropping his bottle.

"Are you sure?" Leo asked, skeptical.

Nora didn't argue. She simply pulled out her phone, opened the video she had just recorded, dragged the slider to the second chorus, maxed out the volume, and handed it to him.

Leo took it, frowning as he listened.

Then he listened again.

His frown deepened.

After the third replay, he lowered the phone, looking at Nora with a totally different expression.

He prided himself on having a stellar ear. In his two years at the conservatory, he had never met anyone whose hearing rivaled his.

Yet it took him three listens to catch a mistake she had pinpointed instantly while sitting in the audience.

"What kind of ears do you have? Perfect Pitch?"