Producer Stories

What did I expect when I left that morning? Nothing? Everything? Maybe both? I don't even know if I would call what I felt 'expectations'. Dreams I think would be a better word. Dreams the likes of which most girls can only, well, dream of! John Stone was offering me those dreams. Me! Verity Rose Eldridge! It was so impossible to believe that I could barely say it out loud! Even now, I'm not sure how to put it all into wo...