Jack of Harts

The wakeup call came when some big wigs in Nashville noticed us. It was a dream come true. All we had to do was cut our hair, change our names, maybe do some bleach blonding and other physical implants. They also suggested new friends and rich and famous romantic interests. All the things that successful people do you know. I didn’t want that. Neither did the girls, but the money was so good it was hard to say no.