About twenty minutes later, a stagehand came to get them. “We’ll be ready in five,” he said, catching eyes with a few of them, including Bree, like he wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be checking in with.
“Perfect, thanks,” she said. He nodded, and he walked out. She didn’t feel perfect, though, not after she’d walked in on her band apparently making fun of her. She’d had no idea they thought anything about her was humorous and was under the impression they were all getting along great until she’d heard the
“Hello, Nashville!” Bree shouted, clutching the microphone. The crowd roared, and she couldn’t help but smile. Bright lights in her eyes didn’t prevent her from seeing how packed the auditorium was. The adrenaline began to course through her veins as the band started to play, and while she missed her guitar, she knew this was going to be a night she’d never forget.The music started to move her as she sang the opening verse of the first song. Performing live with her band was a high no drug could give her. The crowd was jumping up and dow
The high from the first show stayed with Bree for the next few days as they practiced and got ready for their next show. With several booked at venues nearby, Bree was certain the band would be ready when they took the show on the road in about a month.The rest of the band had more experience with live shows than she did, and they teased her a little bit about being so excited, but she didn’t care. Every day at practice, she walked in with a huge smile, and it lasted throughout the hours they practiced together and got better at their music. Even when she went
Sitting on the sofa later that night, Bree did her best to listen to Trent tell her about his day. She really was interested in how it had gone. He’d spent the day interviewing candidates for his receptionist job. Since he’d been kind enough to go with her to auditions for her band, the least she could do was listen to him now. But try as she might to pay attention to what Trent was saying, her mind kept wandering.Zach was considering quitting the band. How could he do that? It was so hard to imagine anyone quitting because he had a crush on her, especial
The next day, Trent sat in his new office, trying to get a handle on the situation with Bree. Between interviews, he found himself going back over the conversation he’d had with her the night before. While they hadn’t argued anymore about it, he hadn’t liked the way she’d reacted to his questions about Zach. She’d seemed super defensive.He knew nothing was going on between them. He trusted Bree. The fact that Monica had cheated on him did make him leery, but he also knew now that there had been a ton of signs that Monica was cheating tha
The countryside flying by outside the bus window had Bree mesmerized as she thought about how far away from Nashville they were traveling for the weekend. Zelda had booked two shows in St. Louis, one on Friday night and one on Saturday, which meant Bree would be spending her first night in a hotel while traveling with the band. She was so excited, she couldn’t doze off like some of the other bandmates. Even though they didn’t have a show that night, just the idea of traveling to a new town with these guys, preparing to play for two large crowds, had created a giddy excitement inside of her that continued to bubble to the surface throughout the drive.
The phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Most of the time, Trent welcomed that sound because it usually meant more business coming in. But today, it was beginning to jar his brain. Rather than happy clients calling, it was mostly people who were supposed to come in and get equipment and other important infrastructure set up so that his people could better do their jobs.Celia was handling most of it. Trent had wanted to give her the best office for all of her hard work, but she’d fought him on it and said she’d feel bad having the largest office with the bes
Later that night, Bree sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, thinking about the excitement of the day, preparing to go to sleep. She and her bandmates had had a great time at dinner. St. Louis was known for its Italian food, so they’d gone to an area known as The Hill to eat the famous toasted ravioli at Mama’s. It was so good, Bree had eaten until her stomach was about to burst. She’d probably had one glass too much of wine as well.It wasn’t particularly late. Some of the others had sta
It was going to be a late night. At least, that’s what Trent assumed when he’d headed home from work that evening with his laptop and a list of things he wanted to get done before he flew out to St. Louis the next afternoon. He hadn’t gotten much of anything accomplished at the office, but by the time he was home and had eaten dinner, he’d finally been able to focus on his work and had gotten a lot of his list knocked out by the time his cell phone rang a little past ten.A smile came to his face when he saw that it was Bree. He was expecting h