Capturing the Cowboy

Then his backup vocalist went down and somehow I’m the replacement — pressed up next to him every night learning harmonies while my brain melts out of my ears.
I was handling it. Barely. Then his ex rolled in with a better voice, better legs, and a real clear plan to reclaim her spot — onstage and off.
His voice alone could finish me. The rest of him? I don’t stand a chance.