Ashley Cromwell? Sounded like a nice English boy. Not that nationality especially mattered to Diana, but she did have something of a soft spot for her old home.
She eased back against the seat, trying not to upset the bites on her back. "It's called Stranger to the Rain," she said, which neither confirmed nor denied his question, but she had to be careful. Yes, she did write. But she didn't get credit. Good, old Stephen Schwartz did.
Apparently, Ashley wasn't a fan of showtunes.
"I've been composing since I was...God, I don't even know. Almost all of my life, I think." Which was completely true. "Like the piano better, but the guitar is infinitely more portable." She set her chin in her palm. "Big music person? Let me guess..." Her gaze flicked up and down, taking him in. "Power ballads? Maybe a Bon Jovi fan?" Her face split into a grin that made her eyes twinkle like the lights on a pinball machine.
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She eased back against the seat, trying not to upset the bites on her back. "It's called Stranger to the Rain," she said, which neither confirmed nor denied his question, but she had to be careful. Yes, she did write. But she didn't get credit. Good, old Stephen Schwartz did.
Apparently, Ashley wasn't a fan of showtunes.
"I've been composing since I was...God, I don't even know. Almost all of my life, I think." Which was completely true. "Like the piano better, but the guitar is infinitely more portable." She set her chin in her palm. "Big music person? Let me guess..." Her gaze flicked up and down, taking him in. "Power ballads? Maybe a Bon Jovi fan?" Her face split into a grin that made her eyes twinkle like the lights on a pinball machine.