Owen played the song’s final notes for his producer and business partner. Kathy was very moved. The song was haunting, moving and a little disturbing. She heard a hit, but her feelings came out in her first question.
“Owen, what’s the cost?”
“What do you mean?” Owen asked. He was drained. He’d put all of his feelings into this song.
“The song is called, ‘I’ve been ghosted by every Amber I’ve known.’ There are a lot of Ambers. I looked it up, and there are about 200,000 just in the United States. Do you want them to all hate this song?”
“I just know that I looked through my phone, and I sent the last text to all six Ambers in my contacts.”
“Beyond the obvious, you’re ready to have them all think this song is about them?”
“Why should they care?”
“Because it’s terrible to be labeled the villain and you’re supposed to be the good guy.”
“I am the good guy.”
“Except what about your ex-fiancée?”
“What about her?”
“Her name is Amber.”
“So what? She won’t text me back.”
“And you want to get into all the details about why?”
Owen was on the verge of tears, “I thought great country songs were created when you put it all on the page and let it bleed.”
“But you don’t let them stone you! We change the name.”
“Alright, we could make it Sarah, Jessie, Hailey.”
“We need something really obscure to protect your brand. How about Blanche?”
“Blanche isn’t two syllables.”