Sweetwater is a huge band in the Nashville area that is working on their debut album now. Mike is their lead singer.
He chuckles into the phone. “You heard me correctly. Rumor around town is, you’ve been putting on some pretty amazing shows down at Ruby’s.”
“Rumor?” I choke out, then close my eyes, feeling like a complete idiot. “How did you get my number?”
“Joey gave it to me. He and I go way back. I hope you don’t mind me calling you like this.”
“No. Are you kidding me?”Great. Now, I sound like a high school Valley girl.I sit down and take a deep breath to composemyself. “No. I don’t mind you calling me. Can I ask though why you’re calling me?”
This gets another laugh out of him. “I’m calling because we have a show next month, and our opening act just bailed on us. You interested?”
“Me? You want me to open for you?”
“Yeah. We’ll have four acts total. You’ll be the first one, then The County Line, then Luke Dickson, then us.”
“Luke Dickson?” I say a little too loudly.
I’ve seen a few of his shows, and with the crowd he brings, he could probably fill the house on his own.
“We’re co-headlining the show at Ascend Amphitheater.”
I clasp my hand over my mouth before I say anything else stupid because I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. Ascend Amphitheater is an actual live-concert venue. It’s not a local bar or a small thousand-seat place. I saw Morgan Wallen play there three months ago, and I’ve only dreamed that I’d get to perform there one day.
“So, you in?” he asks after a few seconds of me not saying anything.
“Yes!” I say way too enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m so in.”
“Great. Save my number in your phone. I’ll talk to the rest of the band, and we’ll set up a time to meet soon and go over all the details.”
“Yeah, okay. Thank you!”
“It’s our pleasure. Talk soon.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I click the End button and stare at my phone in shock, not really able to process what just happened. After I save Mike’s number in my phone, I check the time and see it’s one in the afternoon, so I pray Silas is awake when I call him to tell him the good news.
“Good morning, Angel,” he says sleepily into the phone.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
“All good. I was just waking up. What’s going on? How’s your day been so far?”
“I have the best news ever!”
“Really? Tell me.”
“Mike from the band Sweetwater just called me.”
“No shit? What did he say?” His voice no longer sounds sleepy as it rises a few octaves.
“They are playing next month with Luke Dickson at Ascend Amphitheater, and they want me to be one of their opening acts!”
“Seriously?” he asks, sounding full of just as much excitement as I did when Mike called.
“Can you believe it?” I squeal, trying to blink back my tears of joy.
