Wyatt’s neck, still squealing with elation as I looked into his sparkling green eyes. “You did it, Penny Layne.”
“We did it,” I said, smiling up at him. “And this is just the beginning.”
Epilogue
Layne
Two Years Later . . .
I took another bow, smiling and waving at the sold-out crowd. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to this. Saying it was a dream come true didn’t quite cover how unbelievable touring with Tessa Hart was.
Ever since meeting her at the diva competition my life had been a whirlwind. She bought six of my songs, giving me more than enough money to pursue music at the college of my choice. But I’d yet to start my studies, because passing up the opportunity to tour with my idol was not gonna happen.
College would always be there. An opening in Mason Jar Harts’ sold out world tour? Not so much.
I’d played three hometown shows with Tessa and her band right after I graduated high school. That turned into six more shows in the tri-state area. Then I signed on for the whole east coast tour, and before I knew it, I was a bonafide diva—with my name in lights and everything!
Once the tour ended, Wyatt and his dad negotiated my first record deal, releasing just in time for Tessa’s newest world tour. We were wrapping it up with one more show in Ireland before returning to the states. The final show of the tour was going to be in New York City! And Lola and all her NYU friends were going to be there. I’d even gotten them VIP seats.
But my favorite part of my new life was that Wyatt was there for every moment of it. He was on the road with me and Tessa’s band. And honestly, was there anything better than making music and seeing the world with your boyfriend?
Apparently, it wasn’t typical for managers to come on world tours, but since when was anything typical about Wyatt Nash?
Plus, he said he had to come to remind me that I was still his favorite client.
He’d joined the family business and started working with his dad’s label after he graduated. Wyatt was really coming into his own. I loved seeing him thrive and excel in the music business.
I wasn’t surprised he was so good at his job. I’d always known music was where he belonged. I told him he should take on more clients because he was an excellent manager. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I’d be here. But he always told me I would’ve made it on my own.
Maybe that was true, but I was glad I didn’t have to. I wouldn’t change a thing about how everything had worked out. Not even the infamous radio song that got me DQ’d from the diva competition.
That song became my first number one hit. And it would always have a special place in my heart thanks to Wyatt. Just thinking about that song still made my heart swell. I couldn’t play Bent and not picture him standing in my yard, holding up that stereo, making my very first dream come true—one song on the radio.
Feeling nostalgic, I stared out at the cheering crowd. I’d already done my encore and was supposed to be heading off stage so the crew could make the quick set change for Tessa and the band.
My band was already heading off stage, but when I looked over and saw Wyatt grinning at me from just beyond the curtains, I knew what I wanted to do.
He’d asked me a very important question last night. One that I’d yet to answer. It was a big decision that would change my life, yet again. And though I wasn’t the timid girl I used to be, I still liked to look before leaping. And this would be the biggest leap yet.
But this was my last show before going home and I wanted to do it right.
I pulled the microphone from the stand and faced the crowd once more. “Ya know what? I think I have one more song in me tonight. Is that alright?”
The crowd roared their approval.
“Okay, but I’m gonna need your help. Because I can only do it, if I can get someone very special to come out here and join me on stage. Will you help me call him out here? His name is Wyatt Nash.”
The thunderous applause organized into a chant. “Wy-att! Wy-att! Wy-att!”
I looked over at Wyatt, meeting his dazzling smile with one of my